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  “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

  I stare at him, shocked.

  “You seem surprised. Why?”

  “That you so casually admit to immoral and illegal practices.”

  “All billionaires are ugly human beings, Star. When you see a billionaire receiving an award, or being applauded for his admirable philanthropy, don’t be fooled. His efforts have nothing to do with charity. Billionaires are hungry people. Always wanting more and more. But after one becomes a billionaire there’s only ultimate power and control left to conquer.”

  He takes a sip of his drink.

  “I’m many things, but I’m not a hypocrite, so I won’t do it.”

  He takes me to Clos Maggiore. I’ve heard of it but never been. It is very famous and bookings have to be made months in advance. We are shown to the coveted main room.

  It is so beautiful and romantic it actually takes my breath away. It has a charming fireplace right in the middle, but what makes it so fabulous is the ceiling, which is a canopy of blossoming white flowers that seems to envelop all the diners. There are only a few tables so there is a lot of privacy. You almost feel as if you are in a magical garden.

  Nikolai is charming and attentive. The wine is delicious, and in no time the sheer magic of the place snakes around me, making me feel as if I am out on a real date. Once our hands accidentally touch, I see that flash of fierce desire in Nikolai’s eyes, but a waiter comes with our starters and the moment is gone.

  I have truffle infused pappardelle, which is so soft and light it melts in my mouth. I look up at Nikolai. His eyes are on his food and his eyelashes make a shadow on his cheek. I watch him and feel a strange sensation in my stomach. I want to reach out and touch him. I want him to be mine. I blink in surprise. Where the hell did that come from?

  He looks up. “What is it?”

  I shake my head and make myself smile naturally. It must be the wine. Or the intimacy of this place. Of course I don’t want him to be mine. It’s a crazy idea. To start with he can’t be. And even more important, I’m married. I have Nigel. He is my life. This is just an interlude. We are passing ships. Nothing more.

  “This is delicious,” I say.

  “Wait till you taste the beef,” he replies.

  He is right. The beef is amazing, and the duck fat chips are perfectly golden and crisp on the outside and fluffy on the inside.

  Dessert is brought out. It is something that couples are supposed to share. I can’t look away from his eyes as the burnt honey ice cream and Armagnac jelly coats my tongue.

  In a strange lust-induced daze I get into the car. Our bodies don’t touch and we don’t look at each other, but I can feel the heat that comes from his body.

  When I look down at his crotch I see how hard he is.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Star

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1fGOG3XXIQ

  Poison

  I follow her up to her bedroom. The maids have been around to turn down the bed and light the bedside lamps.

  She stops in the middle of the room and half-turns to look at me. Even if I didn’t know what an invitation looked like I couldn’t miss that one. I look at her mouth slightly open, her cheeks flushed, and I want to hold her tight and kiss her so bad it fucking hurts, but that scenario is not in the cards.

  Not for me.

  I walk up to her and I hear her inhale sharply. My fingers graze the silky skin at the back of her neck as I grasp the top of her zip. The sound is loud in the silence of the room. She bends her head.

  A waiting gesture. Quiet. Profound.

  I let the dress fall around her ankles. Underneath she is not wearing her bra or panties. Perfect.

  I loosen my tie and pull it off. The sound of silk dragging on silk is like a secret whisper. Her body tenses. I catch her right wrist, then her left, and holding them together behind her body I bind her arms with my tie, pulling it tight into her flesh.

  I turn her around. Her eyes look up at me. There is no fear in them. Just pure submission. I let my eyes travel down to her breasts. The nipples hard and jutting.

  She watches me as I discard my jacket and start unbuttoning my shirt. Her eyes widen at the tattoos on my chest and shoulders. I pull my shirt out of my trousers and fling it away. I take my shoes and socks off and step out of my trousers.

  Her eyes drop down to my cock.

  It is so hard it is jutting out of my briefs. I take them off and stand before her, naked. She exhales. Like someone who finds water at the end of a long journey across a desert.

  Without being instructed she drops to her knees, slightly unsteady without her arms to balance her, and opens her mouth. Impatiently, I feed my cock into her warm, wet mouth, stretching it to its limit.

  Ahhh …

  The inside of her mouth is soft, and she sucks me so gently it’s addictive, but I can’t have that. I’m already too involved. This has to be sex. Rough sex. Throw away sex. Just-a-woman-sucking-cock sex.

  I grab her hair and thrust my cock into her throat. My cock is big and she glances up at me, her eyes startled and wide, her throat making swallowing movements.

  “I want to fill your belly with my cum,” I growl.

  She doesn’t protest, just lets me fuck her mouth, long, slow, wet thrusts. It doesn’t take long, before I’m spurting deep into her throat.

  I look down at her. My semi-hard cock is still embedded in her mouth.

  “Suck it,” I say.

  She suckles obediently and almost instantly I’m hard again. I pull out of her mouth and go open the bedside cabinet’s drawer. I take out a bag and throw it on the bed. Then I sit on the bed with my back resting against the pillows. She doesn’t move, just looks at me curiously.

  “Come here,” I order.

  I watch her get up with difficulty, and come to the bed. I curl my hand around the base of my cock.

  “Sit on my dick,” I command.

  She flushes a deep red. Clumsily, she climbs on the bed and knee-walks towards me. She lifts one leg over me and almost falls over. I grab her and help her to remain upright. She raises herself over me and sinks her wet pussy onto my cock.

  Her head falls back and she moans with the sensation of my cock filling her up. Her tits thrust forward. I lean forward and bite a nipple. She hisses with the pain and looks at me. Slowly, she starts to fuck me. I lean back and enjoy the sight of her.

  It’s erotic to see her bound and helpless, but it makes her rhythm erratic. She stays too long before moving upwards, or pushes down too quickly, and gasps with pain.

  “Pay attention,” I growl.

  She bites her lower lip and I can see her trying hard to get her groove. Her face is red, but she finally finds her rhythm, her stomach muscles tensing and flexing with effort. I start to enjoy the sensation of her tight pussy riding my cock. I push my hips up as she plunges down and she moans with pleasure as her little pussy catches my full erection. I can see by her face that she is about to come. She starts to grind herself on me.

  I reach out and stop her.

  She looks at me with frustration.

  “You can’t cum … yet,” I say and, grabbing her by her waist, move her up and down my shaft.

  A grunt of distress escapes her mouth. “I have to,” she squeals as an orgasm overtakes her and she comes hard on my cock, her juices run down my balls, and her pussy twitches and squeezes me.

  She sits on me, impaled, bound, and panting hard.

  I take her chin in my hand and pump my hips a few times, grinding her sensitive clit against my pubic bone. She jumps. The movement drives me insane.

  “I thought I told you not to cum,” I say lazily.

  “I couldn’t help it,” she mutters.

  “This is your last warning. If you come again, I’ll hav
e to punish you.”

  Her eyes widen.

  “Now ride my cock.”

  For a few seconds she is too stunned to respond. She just sits there with my cock fully buried inside her tight flesh, then she starts to move. Rising and sinking. I reach out my hand and slowly start to play with her clit.

  “Don’t,” she begs.

  I move my finger slowly, in circles. “No cumming until I say so.”

  She groans in an effort to hold back the climax, but this one’s big, and it tears like a hurricane through her. Without her arms to support her she falls forward, her face landing on my chest, her muffled gasps of pleasure arousing me even more than the clenching of her pussy. Even then she doesn’t stop. Her hips roll wildly as she rides me even harder.

  When the last of the waves are gone and her body sags against mine, I lift her and sit her upright again. I reach forward and suck her nipple.

  “That’s two without permission,” I say.

  “Are you going to punish me?” she asks in a small voice.

  “What do you think?”

  “What are you going to do to me?”

  I put my hand into the bag and take out a pair of nipple and clit clamps, all connected by a heavy metal chain.

  “Oh,” she gasps.

  I hold the nipple clamps open and hesitate. She looks at them anxiously and leans back.

  “Come forward,” I say.

  Slowly she sways toward me. I hold them inches away from her breasts before suddenly letting them bite into her nipples. She jumps and whimpers in pain. Her body automatically rears back. I grasp the chain that hangs down and tug on it gently and she instantly comes forward. I pull her until she is so close to my mouth I can bite her mouth if I want to.

  “Do you want me to take them off?” I ask.

  She shakes her head.

  I pick the other clamp and hold it open. “Are you ready?”

  She nods.

  I push her back and clamp her clit. Tears appear in her eyes, but fuck, she looks so perfectly sexy and erotic. I nearly cum.

  I tug on the clamp. “Get to work.”

  She starts to rise off my cock, the chain swinging back and forth, the weight of it making her body tremble.

  “Higher,” I order.

  She rises to the very tip of my cock.

  “Now come down hard.”

  She slams down and moans at the sensation.

  “Faster,” I order. “It’s my turn to cum.”

  She bounces on my cock, her tight pussy pulling and clenching at my shaft. Her pussy feels incredible and I have to hold myself back from climaxing. I like watching her. I enjoy the sight of her trying her hardest to give me pleasure. I’m getting off on the feeling of control.

  Sweat glows on her skin. To my surprise I recognize the expression on her face. She is about to climax again and she is trying her damndest to hold it back. Her pussy starts clenching along my shaft.

  I wait until she is at the very edge of pleasure then I reach forward and release one of the nipple clamps.

  She freezes and her mouth opens in a soundless cry of pain, but it is too late, the climax is already upon her. Excitedly I watch her face, her hair, her body. She is like a fantasy come true. Perfect in every way. I wait as long as I can, just reveling in her beauty, as mind-blowing pleasure comes to claim her.

  Hot blood rushes to my cock. I reach out and take the other clamp off. She screams. My hips thrust mindlessly into her, spurting hot seed into her body. I climax hard, harder than I’ve ever done. Breathing heavily, I look at her.

  Her eyes are glazed, there are tears on her cheeks. I gently stroke her collarbone.

  My cock should have been soft, but it’s still hard. My gaze goes down to the last clamp. I look up and she is staring at me, her head is shaking from side to side, but her pussy is involuntarily clenching with excitement at the thought of it coming off.

  “Come here,” I say gently.

  She rises unsteadily off my cock, her thigh muscles quivering. I grab her around her waist, lift her body, and bring her to chest level. My semen drips out of her onto my stomach and chest.

  I can feel my breathing become heavier. Having her bound and completely submissive is powerfully erotic and exhilarating. I need this, I need to see her like this. Some part of me doesn’t want this to end. I want to keep her like this, on the edge of madness.

  I watch her carefully, the way her nipples are swollen, the shallow breaths she takes through her mouth. She is expecting pain, but she doesn’t know there is a flood of pleasure waiting for her.

  “You came again, didn’t you?” I say softly.

  She bites her lip and nods.

  “Is a punishment in order?”

  She doesn’t say anything and I let the silence stretch. Finally, she nods.

  “What sort of punishment would suit your crime?”

  “Maybe you can take the last clamp off?” she whispers hesitantly. Her eyes are huge, her pupils nearly filling out her irises. She is so excited and aroused she is dripping and making a puddle on my chest. I insert my finger into her and she gasps.

  “Do you like that?”

  She nods.

  I smile slowly and she shifts back nervously. She doesn’t trust me.

  I laugh.

  Then when she is least expecting it, I grab the clamp and yank it off. Before she can scream I place my mouth on her clit and suck it hard, so the blood rushing to it will slow down, it will not feel as if her clit is being burnt off. Her pussy trembles as I suck her clit and finger fuck her.

  Suddenly she cums. So fucking hard, her mouth opens in a silent scream and her body convulses so frenziedly she almost jerks out of my grip. She gushes all over my mouth, throat and chest, while I continue to suck her and work my fingers in her. Her orgasm just goes on and on.

  In the end, she falls backwards and lies on my body, her silky hair spread over my cock. Her legs are wide open, her clit is swollen to twice its normal size, her pussy looks red and well used. A muscle is throbbing in it. I allow her to lie on me and recover for a few more minutes.

  When she begins to shiver, I lift her and put her on the bed. Then I rise up. Standing over her, I turn her on her side and undo my tie. She sucks in a deep breath as her hands fall limply to the bed. There are red marks on her skin. I want to touch them, stroke them, kiss them, but I don’t.

  She turns back on her back and looks up at me. Her face is tear stained. She seems stunned, exposed, vulnerable. Something snaps inside me. I place my palm on her cheek and she rubs her face against my hand like a cat. The perfectly submissive action makes my cock hard again. I withdraw my hand.

  “Who do you belong to?” I snarl.

  “You,” she whispers, as a single tear escapes out of one of her eyes and rolls down her temple.

  I turn around and walk away from her.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Star

  I don’t sleep for hours after he leaves me. I lay on the bed, my nipples and clit throbbing, and stare blankly at the ceiling. What is happening to me? I’ve never been like this.

  I think of Nigel. I think of our wedding. How proud I was of him. I remember our honeymoon. But none of it was ever like this. Sure we tried handcuffs and other toys, but most of the time I just wanted to giggle. At no time was it like this.

  I sit up. My sex is so swollen I can’t close my thighs properly. I walk into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. My mascara is clumpy and I just look slutty and horrible. I hear my phone ping. My dad looked so well today that I am pretty sure it’s not the hospital, nevertheless I hurry awkwardly to it.

  It is Nigel.

  I can beat this if I know you are there for me. Don’t let go, Star. Don’t let anything change. I love you.

  I feel so confused I can’t bring myself to answer him. Nikolai’s shirt is lying on the floor and I pick it up and snuggle my face against it. The silky material feels cool against my heated skin.

  He’s nothing to y
ou, Star.

  I let the shirt drop to the ground, walk to the bed, and lie down in the dark. There are a couple more pings, but I don’t get up to look at the phone. I just stay very still until I fall asleep.

  When I go down the next morning Nikolai is nowhere to be found, but Celine is in the dining room. She jumps up with a big smile.

  “Good morning,” she greets cheerfully.

  “Morning.”

  “Is everything all right with your room?”

  I smile. “Yes. Thank you.”

  “Good. Can I order you something for breakfast?”

  I stare at her for a few seconds. “Can I have a Russian breakfast today?”

  “Sure. What would you like?”

  “I think I’ll have the Russian dumpling that’s eaten either with sour cream or jam. I don’t remember the name?”

  “I know what you mean. I will tell the Chef. Be back in a sec,” she calls and leaves the room.

  I go and stand by the window. It is going to be a lovely day. Already the sun is high and bright and the air is hot. I hear her come in and turn around. “Where is Nikolai?”

  “Mr. Smirnov had an early meeting.”

  I nod.

  “Sophia, his secretary, has a list of literary agencies. She has already gone through it and picked out all the agencies that represent authors who write in the same genre as you. Mr. Smirnov thought that you could spend the morning crafting a letter for Sophia to send.”

  I smile. “Gosh. You are both very efficient. It would have taken me weeks to do that.”

  She looks pleased. “I try my best.”

  “Thank you. I really appreciate it.”

  “You’re welcome. If there is anything you would like me to do just ask.”

  “I think I’m good.”

  “Would you like to do some shopping after you see your father today?”

  “No, I’ll just come back here and write.”

  “Mr. Smirnov was saying that you can go back to Surrey this evening if you want to continue with your horse-riding lessons.”