Taken: By Her Billionaire Benefactor (Billionaire Benefactor 3) (4 page)

They had pulled up though, not at the terminal itself, but by another identical sleek black limousine.

As Anna's car drew to a stop, the driver exited the other limousine and briskly walked to the passenger door to open it. The dark opening had Anna's full attention, although she thought she knew who was about to step out, she wouldn't put anything past her Master.

It was him who exited though, and he was every bit as handsome as she remembered. His tanned skin glowed in the late summer sun, which danced across his face as he left the dark car, and glinted off the expensive looking watch that was briefly exposed as his jacket pulled slightly, stretching across his broad shoulders.

Anna's car stopped precisely at his feet, as though the exercise was well drilled.

Her Master's hand reached out as the car slowed, and at the precise moment it stopped, she heard the handle click as he pulled the door open. She couldn't fault the service!

"Anna! I'm glad you came".

And it wasn't under the impression that she had a choice. Not that she felt in any way compelled to be here, but how could she possibly not do whatever she could to please the man who had done so much for her in such a short period of time.

"Anything you ask," Anna squeaked out, her voice compressed with nervous anticipation and a sudden burning longing from her loins. He was
every bit
as handsome as she had remembered!

"Anything?" A sly grin had appeared on his face as he weighed up the import of what she said.

More firmly now - "anything,” Anna replied. She would in fact do anything that this man asked, he affected her in a way that she had never before experienced.

"Turn around," he ordered in reply, with a bite to his voice. This was not a command to be ignored.

He pushed her roughly into the car, and through the window she could see James watching, studying every detail of her large breasts as the nipples pressed through the sheer material into the cold glass windows. She half wanted to protest, but knew that if he had wanted to, he would have pushed far harder than that.

This was simply another game, a game that Anna for her part enjoyed playing.

Anna felt his hands exploring her body, rubbing down from her full breasts tracing the seam of her dress down her side. As always, his touch sent her into a state of heightened awareness, as every teasing stroke left a trail like a fiery tail of a comet streaking through the night’s sky in its wake.

Unbidden, Anna moaned in delight. Surely now, after all this, she would finally get to experience the pleasure she had been waiting for all day? She needed some kind of release, that was for sure.

"Good, you did as you were told," her Master purred with enjoyment as his hand made it down to her crotch, finding, as he had ordered, that she was wearing not a hint of underwear.

"Of course," Anna replied with a hint of sass, "what did you expect?"

Her Master didn't reply, at least immediately – and when he did he chose not to use his voice.

He grasped Anna's clitoris with one of his strong fingers, and rolled it between his thumb. He pressed down on it hard, and Anna gasped with the pain, and not a little with the pleasure that it brought with it. She was ready to come, and whatever the source of the pleasure that sent her over the edge, she didn't care.

But that wasn't about to happen, at least not now.

The pressure intensified, until it brought a tear to the corner of Anna's eye.

"I'm sorry!" Anna gasped, almost spitting out the words as a violent spasm of pain ripped through her body. Well, there wasn't quite pain – there was still more than a hint of pleasure in it, and in fact now she saw that beyond the very first spasm of pain that had rocked through her body, her Master had immediately lessened the pressure he had been applying.

This was far more pleasurable she thought, as he massaged her nub.

"No, I'm sorry Anna," he sighed sadly, "that went too far. You have an effect on me that very few women have ever managed, I'm quite taken by you".

Anna didn't know what to say, and sensibly refrained from uttering anything at all.

"I have a question to ask you, a favour," he continued. "I have a very important business deal to conclude, and negotiations are at a very important – and delicate – stage".

Whatever Anna had been expecting, it certainly hadn't been this.

"The clients are rather wealthy, and they expect only the best in entertainment. I have suggested to them that I can provide such a thing…" He broke off, seemingly lost in thought.

Surely, Anna thought, he couldn't be referring to her? Surely she was not the entertainment? But the thought of it, the thought of being shared by a group of powerful men, powerful men who only wanted her sent a shiver running through her body. Though she didn't notice it, the shiver didn't go unnoticed by the man who was still gripping her mound.

"I will not ask of you something that you are not yet ready to do, and if you do not wish to do this then you have only to refuse, and James will take you back home".

Another shiver ran through Anna's body, as this time she was overcome by an almost visceral disappointment, a disappointment that surprised even her. Again, it didn't go unnoticed.

"But Anna, will you do me this favour? Will you give yourself up to these men? I will of course be present the whole time".

"Well," Anna began in a wavering tone, as though to signify her confusion as to what she should do.

In truth, she had already resolved that she would give herself entirely to these men. She just didn't want to seem too eager…

"As long as you're there, and you stop it if it goes too far".

"Of course," and there seemed to be a hint of relief in his response, "you will be in control at all times – you have a greater say in this than anyone. Just say the word ‘black’ at any point, and I will bring it to a stop immediately, I would rather lose $80 million than see any harm come to you".

My God
, Anna thought
, how can he treat such a vast sum of money with so little care? Who is he really?

Out of an Anna’s sight, her Master beckoned for a waiting golf cart, which hummed towards them on its battery operated motor. Before she had a chance to think twice about what she had committed to do, the pair of them were speeding off towards a waiting jet.

***

"Gentlemen," her Master announced loudly as they finished the climb up the adjoining steps into the dark blue Learjet. Anna, following behind and marvelling at his delightfully pert bottom, couldn't see who he was talking to.

"As I promised, the entertainment has arrived. And I'm sure you'll agree, what delightful entertainment it is!" With that, he stepped aside and beckoned Anna towards him, with a reassuring smile on his face.

Nervous, but determined, Anna walked towards him, rounding the corner and for the first time seeing the faces of the men who – she realised – would be using her however they pleased that the duration of this flight.

Almost kicking herself, Anna also realised that she had no idea how long that would be… How she wished she had asked.

In front of her was a hive of quiet, but intense, activity. On each of the four tables in the body of the plane, around which were arranged four plush armchair style aeroplane seats sat one robed Arabian sheik, and beside each a younger man, who appeared to be staff of some description.

At the back of the plane, out of the Anna’s view, although she could see some hint of what lay there, was an elaborate setup that seemed to involve a tortuously constructed array of ropes.

Her wandering eyes were broken away from her new-found discovery by the sound of one of the Sheikh's speaking.

"As you promised, Mark, so you have delivered," he said, continuing "you have indeed delivered us the finest that America has to offer. Let us hope that she is as pliable as she appears – then I think we can wrap up this small matter of the merger quite amicably".

Behind her, Anna couldn't see it, Mark's face, normally set in an inscrutable fashion, was smiling vivaciously. If she had been able to see it, Anna would probably have referred to it as his business face. Any seasoned negotiator would kill for it, it spoke to an honesty and easiness that smooth along and speed up any business decision.

"I'm glad you approve, this is Anna – she is indeed the best that I have come across, and I have come across many. I agree, I think that this will certainly be the icing on the cake of a very profitable deal for all of us".

A stewardess appeared from nowhere, and smiling in a friendly, and slightly awestruck fashion – which surprised Anna – and took her by the arm, leading her down the aisle to find a little privacy. Anna was uncomfortably aware – and more than a little turned on by – the gazes that she could feel following her every movement down the gangway.

Once they had made their way to the small, but well appointed kitchen, the stewardess turned towards her and spoke for the first time.

"How'd you do it?"

"Do what," Anna replied curiously, truly having no idea what the woman was talking about.

"Let them touch you, I've seen this kind of thing before, it's mad!"

That comment sent Anna's stomach roiling, this had happened before! And whatever was about to happen to her was clearly memorable enough that it had prompted this woman, who was presumably being paid handsomely not to question anything that went on board this plane, to comment on it!

The real question was, though, was that a good sign or not?

The stares that she had experienced following her ass as she had sashayed down the plane's walkway had been more than enough though, to convince her that she had made the right's decision. And the last thing she should do now was to stop trusting her Master. He had got her this far, after all.

With far more confidence than she was in truth feeling, Anna glibly replied, "oh, you get used to it after a while. I've done it so many times now – these corporate gigs – I barely even notice it".

Quickly realising that she had an opportunity to find out just what was about to happen to her, Anna continued in the same jaunty tone "they are all different though – what's this one like?"

The awed look had returned to the woman's face, and it made Anna feel almost as powerful as it made her feel sexy.

"Oh, they don't let me watch. And – well I'd be too scared that I'd be made to join in!"

Secretly disappointed, but hiding it well, Anna jumped back into the conversation, "oh, that's a shame –".

The stewardess, though, was far from finished – it seemed like she was quite the storyteller herself.

"You hear things though, you know? And well, you can't miss that setup of ropes and chains they bring in every time. God – the last girl to come through here it seemed like she got a real going over! I swear, by the sounds of things she wouldn't have been able to walk straight for a week!"

The girl giggled, a gentle, lilting high-pitched laugh, and the sound – combined with the graphic description of what she was about to experience lifted Anna's spirits considerably.

"anyway," she continued, "it looks like you're all ready, but if you need anything just let me know. Would you like a drink?"

Anna refused politely, the whiskey that she had had in the car was more than enough to test her limits. She could feel the alcohol pulsing through her veins, and didn't want to have anything else in there that could possibly compromise her decision-making.

It didn't take long before a swarthy looking man – clearly one of the Sheikh's assistants – pulled back the curtains of the small enclosure that the pair of girls was sitting in, and beckoned her through.