The Billionairess

Chapter 17

At the end of the week, Rose invited me back to her apartment. Her invitation was a single word she texted to me:

PLAYROOM.

Before I had time to blink, I found myself on my knees in the corner of the playroom, stripped down to my skin, hands cuffed in front of me, and my tie wrapped over my eyes.

Rose ran the edge of a riding crop across my shoulder blades, making me shiver. It was a tease, like standing at the very edge of a cliff, so close to falling over but it was just out of reach. Finally, she sent the crop thrashing across my back.

I let out a breathy gasp with each strike. She grunted with each throw, like it took as much energy for her to throw it as it did for me to receive it. I could feel my back surging deliciously red.

Once she was finished, she came around and grabbed the chain connecting my wrists together. She lifted me up like I were a pair of numb chucks. She then placed the chain over a hoot pierced into the wall, so I was hung on a rack like a pig in a butcher's shop.

When I was hung, she trailed her nails down my back...hard. I whimpered at the sweet, searing pain of her long nails digging into my back.

"You like that don't you?" she murmured unexpectedly close to my ear. "You little pain slut."

I bit my lip against the pain and made a mmhmm sound.

I had missed this so much. Despite the lingering question I had still yet to have answered about Rose, I missed her. I missed this room with its smell of leather and whisky. I missed all the cruel things she did to me. In the Playroom, I could forget everything. It was the temple I crawled to, and she was the goddess I came to kneel before.

I felt her teeth begin biting into neck. Then on my shoulders. Her teeth moved everywhere, making me squirm. Her teeth were so sharp, with her vampire-like canines. I could feel her marking me anywhere, so it was no mistake to whom I belonged. A print of my flesh marking me as her property, the mate of the alpha she wolf.

Her hands suddenly grabbed my wrists. I let out a gasp. f**k, she was gripping me so hard, her pointed nails digging so deep in my skin I thought I would draw blood. I didn’t care if I did. I would bleed for her.

She moved my trembling hands down between my legs. I lost my breath when she wrapped my hands around my throbbing c**k.

“Rub for momma, kitten” she whispered in my ear.

I nodded, my mouth open drooling. My lip was quivering as I began to rub my c**k up and down. It started slow, savoring it and showing for her. Then I got faster, letting it rise in me with the sweet friction.

“Good baby” Rose purred.

Her hands massaged my shoulders and her breasts pressed against the back of my head. My god, the smallest whiff of her flesh was enough to get me wild. I went faster, the core of my being deeply focused on the pounding heaven between my legs.

It started. I could feel it raging like a beast, begging, clawing its way out of me. I began gasping it welled up until--

“Stop”

My watery eyes opened to a slit. Rose stood high above me, glaring down at me with her arms crossed.

“What?” I squeaked.

“Stop your hands.”

Stop? Oh, could I? It was like running straight to the edge of the cliff and trying to stop only an inch away from the edge without falling. And with her watching me? What else could I do before a goddess but wash all my love out for her?

Her eyes sharpened, and I knew I had no choice. It was an order. And I could never, ever refuse my mistress.

“Yes…mistress…”

My face was red and my whole body was wet, but I managed to stop myself. Oh god, it hurt. So much inside me, screaming to get out, but I couldn’t let it. f**k, I was trembling. This was worse torture than any whip or chain.

“Mistress…” I croaked. “It hurts…”

“Oh, poor baby.”

She leaned down to look at me. f**k, her cleavage was puffing inches from my face. Why was she doing this? She could sense my pain. There was a smirk on her face, her lips like a blood stain. I was a worm squirming on the ground, and she was waiting to step on me. I was just a powerless little thing for her to play with.

“Mistress…” I was dying by this point. “Please…please let me…”

Something pressed under my chin, tipping my face up. She sat in front of me, lifting my shin with the tip of her shoe. My face flushed. I could see up her skirt, her lacy black panties. My body started to explode. I was shaking and bucking. It took all my willpower not to c*m all over the floor.

“But darling” Rose said, in her low, sultry voice. “You’re so adorable when you suffer.”

I bit my lip to keep myself from screaming.

“Please mistress, I’m begging you” I whimpered. “Please, make it stop, make it go away, please, please, please, please.”

She sighed.

“Go ahead, you disgusting roach” she said.

“Thank you mistress” I breathed.

I finally started banging on my c**k. I rubbed it and let out a loud moan as everything came pouring out. I cried out, my eyes squeezed shut, as I pumped it all out all over the floor. I could feel her watching me, watching my primal instincts trickle out of me, shaking like a chemical reaction on the edge of erupting.

Everything finally came out. I let out a final gasp and fell face forward onto the floor. The largest weight had been taken off my shoulder. I wanted to sleep right there on the floor, but I felt the click of two high heels right by my head.

“Thank you, mistress” I whimpered. “Thank you, thank you, thank you…”

I leaned my face forward and kissed the top of her toes. She leaned down and rubbed my hair with her long nails. I felt them on my wrists and unlocked the handcuffs.

I was panting with each of my breaths, and I crumbled into a ball on the floor. I was a mess of sweat yet freezing from the icy temperature of the room. After several seconds of collecting myself, I opened my eyes a slither to see Rose putting her things away. A moment later, without looking at me, she snapped her fingers.

"Get dressed" she said. "I'm taking you to dinner."

I looked up, surprised. "You are?"

She glanced over her shoulder down at me. "You don't have any other plans that would interfere with your mistress's, would you?"

Lance and I had originally plan to order pizza and play video games. But we'd been doing that consecutively since forever, so one night couldn't hurt. Not that it mattered, anyway. My mistress always came first.

I wanted to talk to her about some things anyway.

She turned around and snapped her fingers as she walked out of the Playroom. I watched her gorgeous silhouette disappear into the light. I quickly stood up and hurried on my clothes. I wasn't sure where we were going, but I hoped my butler uniform wouldn't look to overdressed.

I struggled to adjust my tie as I hurried out of the room. Rose was waiting for me, smoking a cigarette and gazing out the window at the city lights. She had already dressed for the occasion, a black and glittery gold dress with her signature white faux fur coat. I stood by the door, finished tying my tie, then cleared my throat.

"Ready, mistress"

She was still for a moment, and took another long puff from her cigarette. She was silhouetted against the night, and the millions of city lights. She watched them like they were hers, a goddess ruling the heavens, watching over the stars below her.

The thought that had been haunting me came fluttering back into my mind.

I don't know this woman. There is so much I don't know about her.

She finally stuff out her cigarette in a small container on the piano, then flipped her hair and turned around. Her heels clicked on the floor, filling my ears with their enticing sound again. I held open the door for her, and as she walked through, she gave me a small pat between the legs.

One hallway, elevator, and lobby later, we were out at the front of the building. An employee already had Rose's car, a sleek white corvette with the top down, and handed her the keys. I stared gob smacked at the car. I wasn't nearly as into cars as Lance, or most guys for that matter, but even I knew this one was impressive.

Rose slid a pair of glasses on her face, then readied herself in the driver's seat.

"Get in" she commanded.

I did as I was told and slid in shotgun. The seats felt brand new, and with Rose's income, I could imagine her buying a new car for every night out. The engines roared to life, and in minutes were driving down the road, washed in the golden lights on the city.

I watched the faces of the people on the sidewalk we drove by. They stopped to watch us, or more likely, watch her. Several people had their phone out. Rose's name whispered and leapt over the crowd. Even though I knew they were watching her, I couldn't help but feel like at that moment, she was sharing her celebrity status with me.

After a few minutes, I knew exactly where she was taking me.

She pulled her car into park not far from Montgomery's. I held open the car door for her, and she took my arm so I could walk her to the restaurant. The place was fairly crowded, and for a moment I was worried we'd have to wait for a seat. Then I remembered I was there with Rose Delacourt, and moments later we were seated at a table right by the window. A waiter brought as a bottle of wine. Across the room, I saw red-headed guy with the bucket who I assumed was my replacement.

Just as I expected, Lance was there, and his face lit up like an excessively decorated house during Christmas. I tried to telepathically communicate to him not to do anything embarrassing, which was a lot to ask for, because Lance.

Luckily, he never got the chance. Mr. Albany came by our table the same time Lance came to refill our drinks.

"It's a pleasure to have you with us again, Miss Delacourt" he said, and kissed her hand. A sudden jealous streak ran through me, but I pushed it down.

"How could I not when your place has some of the best cheesecake in town?" Rose said with a chuckle.

Mr. Albany’s face stretched into the biggest grin I had seen on him. His was red and hot as coal. Once he finally left us alone, we ordered our food. Well, more like Rose ordered for us both. Sirloin steak with a side of green beans and red wine for us both.

"My baby boy needs to eat his veggies" she said.

It was weird hearing her talk to me like I was a child. And I didn't dislike it.

Our food was brought to us, and I looked to my mistress for permission before I started eating. She gave me and nod then I began to cut my steak. I took a bite, savoring the hot juicing sizzling on my tongue. I had forgotten how good the food here was. I don't remember how I had managed to work here while restraining myself. As I had that thought, a sudden nostalgia ran over me. I kind of missed working here. I missed cracking jokes with Lance and Emily. Hell, I even missed my trusty dish bucket, now in the hands of the red-head across the room. The nostalgia made my stomach sink.

"Something wrong, kitten?"

A pair of long nails lifted my chin, forcing me to look at Rose. She was positively radiant, and the nostalgia quickly drained out of me, replaced by my usual adoration. I loved Monty's, but what was Monty's compared to Rose?

"Nothing, mistress" I said.

"Better be. I hate when you're looking at anyone but me."

"I'd never want to look at anyone else but you, mistress."

She grinned, then gave my cheek a squeeze before returning to her food. The two of us ate in silence for some time. I took a large bite of steak, my cheek bulging without full it was.

“Baby bites, kitten” Rose said. She took the napkin off her lap and wiped a leak of juice running down the corner of my mouth.

“Uh arrry metess” I mumbled through my full mouth.

“And no talking with your mouth full”

I nodded then swallowed my bite.

It was at that moment that I saw him. He must had been sitting there the whole time, watching us, running his thumb over his lips and along his chin. And now that he saw me see him, he stood up and approached our table.

"Rose" Tristen Grey greeted us politely, though there was a grave undertone.

Rose looked up from her food at him. For the briefest moment, I saw a slice of silver cross her eyes. It was so unusual a thing to see in Rose that I hardly recognized it at first: fear.

She quickly cleared her throat, and the fear drained away.

"Tristen" she said. "I'm surprised to see you here." She motioned towards me. "This is Thomas Luxembourg, my new butler."

Tristen's eyes glazed coldly onto me for a moment, and I felt my whole skin shrivel up.

"Isn't this the busboy from last time we were here?"

Rose took a bite of her steak and took a moment to swallow before answering his question.

"You mean the one who saved me from the wine you intended to fling on my brand new furs? Yes, him."

I hated the way Tristen was looking at me. I wished they would stop talking about me. I wish Rose would send him off already. I wish we had just stayed home and not come here, Monty nostalgia be damned. I wanted to use this night to speak to her, the last thing I wanted was Tristan Grey of all people stealing Rose’s attention away from me.

"What are you doing here really, Tristen?" she finally asked.

He was silent for a moment, as if searching for an answer.

"I want you back" he said. "And I don't care what I have to do to get you back."

"Tristen" she said. "I thought we'd settled things at our last lunch. We're done."

"Bullshit" his tone was now laced with malice. "You've said that many times, but you never mean it. Why else would you keep crawling back every time?"

My stomach churned nervously. A flash of fierceness crossed Rose's face.

"Tristen, I'm trying to enjoy a nice dinner out. We can discuss this later."

"You always push us talking to later" he said. "Almost like an excuse to see me more."

Rose stood abruptly from her seat, and faced him, but he just chuckled. It was a strange sight to see. I had never seen Rose frustrated like this before. Never seen any have any power over her, condescend to her like that.

"Admit it, Rose" He moved his face closer to hers. "You can never leave me. I've chained you before, and you won't slip away now. You can never outrun the past." His voice lowered to a whisper right by her lips. "And you can never truly leave your master..."

Master? What the hell did mean?

I expected Rose to slap him or do other such Rose-things to put him in his place. But she just stared at him, her eyes looking so helpless and defeated. She suddenly grabbed her purse and my arm and pulled me towards the door after tossing some cash on the table.

"Rose" Tristen called as we fled the restaurant. "Rose!"

But Rose had already dragged me out of the restaurant. My feet stumbled to catch up to her. She opened the shotgun door of her car, then threw me in. My head was spinning from everything that had just happened. She threw the key into the ignition, then we jolted down the road.

I learned something new about Rose in the drive back to the penthouse, and it's that when she was pissed, she drove like hell. We sped down the road, provoking many honked horns and cries from those moving out the way. I looked at Rose's face. Her hair was fluttering widely in the wind like a head of angry Medusa snakes. Her face was expressionless, but I saw her knuckles turning white on the wheel.

Once we made it back, Rose grabbed me by the collar and pulled me back to the penthouse. I knew as we made our way up, deep in the innate nature of my submissivehood, that my mistress had anger she needed to release, and mine would be the flesh that received it.