The Billionaire's Son 5 : Sweet Escape (BDSM Erotic Romance)

The Billionaire's Son 5 :
Sweet Escape

By Arabella Quinn

The Billionaire's Son 5 : Sweet Escape

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The Billionaire's Son 5: Sweet Escape

Derek clutched my hand firmly as he led me
through the near pitch-black woods towards his car. The long cape I
wore kept getting snagged on brambles, but at least it kept the
chill off my naked body. I shuddered as I thought about the insane
situation I had stumbled into and the horrific trauma I had so
narrowly escaped.

As it was, I had just had sex with Derek in
front of a group of ghoulishly costumed men who were moments
earlier about to gang rape me. If Derek hadn't shown up and
'claimed' me, things would be much different right now.

My head spun with confusion. What exactly
was going on at the Vaughn estate? And what was Derek's role in all
of this?

Derek led me onward. "We're almost there.
Are you sure you're okay Julia?"

"Yes." All things considered, I was okay.
The only thing at risk at this exact moment was my heart. It was
only hours earlier that I had vowed to permanently distance myself
from Derek to save myself from the inevitable heartbreak that came
with the realization that I was falling in love with the sexy and
carefree playboy.

But as soon as I had heard Derek's voice,
amidst the chaos and confusion, I had felt safe. I knew he would
not let anything bad happen to me. And when he had taken me, in
front of all the watching monsters, my body had never felt so
alive. Collared and bound tightly in a rope harness, I was
displayed for all the freakish men to see. But Derek had made love
to me, gently and tenderly, and had taken me, heart and soul, to
new heights of ecstasy.

Even now, after all I had been through, I
felt an ache of desire, which only Derek could assuage. I wanted
his strong arms wrapped around me, his warm hands running all over
my body, and most desperately of all, his cock plunging deep inside
of me - claiming me as his own.

My steamy thoughts were interrupted. "Julia,
we're here. Why don't you rest in the car? I need to talk to Scott
for a moment. I'll be right there."

Reluctantly, I let Derek's hand go as the
man standing by the car opened the back door; and I climbed inside.
I wrapped the cape around my body. Waiting for Derek, I tugged on
the crazy rope harness, especially trying to release my chest from
the tight wraps of rope crisscrossing my torso and highlighting and
lifting my breasts. I fumbled with it with no success for a few
minutes before giving up.

Derek finally opened the door and slid into
the back seat with me. He took my face in his hands. "God, Julia.
You scared the hell out of me back there. What were you doing
there?"

I fought the urge to climb onto his lap and
curl up into his arms. "I needed to pick up some papers from my
office, and then I stumbled onto that…uh, whatever that was going
on."

Derek looked confused. "But why are you
dressed like this? By the way, I know this is probably not the most
appropriate thing to say right now, but you look crazy sexy in that
rope thing." His eyes swept my body, settling on the gap in my
cape.

Even as my cheeks flamed red, I felt the
flames of arousal licking between my thighs. "A lady was trying to
help me get away. She said I was in danger - then I got caught -
then the rubber suited guy made me wear this - then I was locked in
a room -"

Derek put a finger to my lips. "Whoa. Slow
down. It's really important that you tell me everything you saw
here tonight. Tell me about the lady first."

I took a deep breath. "I heard a loud scream
that scared me and I decided that I had been foolish to go there -
and I should leave the estate before I was discovered. I ducked
into a side room when I heard people coming. There was a tall red
headed woman all dressed in leather in there whipping some old man.
They called her Madame. She said I was in danger if I got caught -
she was trying to help me get out."

Derek nodded. "Good. What exactly did she
say to you about the danger?"

I tried to remember what she had said to me.
"I was so shocked and scared right then. She said I was in danger
if I got caught. I think she said that they might kill me if they
thought I saw too much - that it was a special night." Shuddering,
I remembered her chilling words. "She said that others had gone
missing or ended up dead in an alley."

"Okay, then what happened?" Derek looked
grim.

"She was trying to lead me to the outside
door when one of those guys in the rubber suits caught us. She told
him that I was a new girl. He told her to get me 'ready'. That's
when they put me in this collar and ropes." I tugged on the
bindings under my cape.

Derek nodded for me to continue. "They
locked me in a room with two other girls, dressed the same way.
Then the rubber man took the girls away one at a time and finally
came for me. Derek, I thought those men were going to… I was so
scared." I shook my head, trying to shake off the macabre
memories.

Derek pulled me into his arms. "I know.
Thank God I was there. One more question Julia. I'm sorry to make
you go through this right now, but it's important. Did you see any
other girls there tonight, besides the lady who helped you and the
two girls in the room with you?"

"No." I shook my head, my cheek finally
finding Derek's warm skin under his parted cape.

Rubbing my back, Derek dropped a soft kiss
on the top of my head. "Julia, I need to go back to the house.
Tonight is an important night and I can't let the opportunity to
find what I'm looking for slip away. I'll explain it all to you
when I get back."

I was silent. I didn't want him to leave me,
but I didn't want to interfere with what he was doing either.
"Isn't it dangerous to go back there?"

He looked down at me, searching my eyes.
"No. I'll be okay. But I asked Scott to take you to my place for
the night. I don't want to take the chance that anyone may have
recognized you. You'll be safe with Scott. He's a private
investigator and he's very qualified to keep you protected. Is that
okay with you?"

"Do you really think I could be in danger?"
It seemed surreal; I felt wonderfully safe in his arms.

Derek gently sat me upright. "I don't want
to take any chances. I'll be back before morning. I don't want you
to leave my place until we talk. Make yourself at home there. Here,
let me untie you before I leave…"

My heart started beating faster. "The knots
are all in the back."

"I'm going to need some light to see." Derek
reached up and clicked on the back interior light. "And you're
going to have to take off that cape for a moment."

A wet heat blossomed between my legs as I
let the cape slip off my shoulders.

Derek's eyes blazed with lust as he stared
at my nude body wound with rope in an intricate pattern. His voice
sounded quite gruff, "You'll have to turn around."

I felt his fingers brushing my back as he
worked on the knots. One by one the knots were released, relieving
the pressure on my skin and finally releasing my breasts from the
squeezing bondage. Derek lifted my hair off my neck and unfastened
the collar. When it was removed, I stripped the slackened rope from
my body and turned toward Derek.

He couldn't rip his eyes away from my body.
Slowly, he lifted a hand and traced a finger up my arm, following
the red marks the rope left on my skin across my collarbone and
trailing lower to swirl around my breast.

I gasped at his soft touch; my body burned
to be taken again. "Derek." It was a plea, but it came out more as
a quiet sigh.

Derek pulled me close against his body. His
mouth descended and met mine in a demanding kiss. I matched his
passion as our kiss deepened into a smoldering exchange of raw
emotion. My hand slipped inside his cape and greedily ran up and
down the smooth skin of his muscled torso.

We kissed as if it was our last moments
together. It was a desperation born of urgency, intensity and
carnal lust. I thought my heart might shatter; the need I felt was
so achingly poignant.

Derek reluctantly dragged his lips from my
own. I could clearly see him fighting the hunger still filled in
his half-lidded eyes. "God, woman - what you do to me. I've got to
go now or I'll never leave."

He picked my cape up from the seat and
wrapped it around my shoulders before lingeringly kissing my lips
one more time. He opened the door and was gone before I said a
word.

***

Derek slipped quietly back into his father's
estate house. He had attended almost a dozen parties over the six
months since he had become a member of The Club - several had been
at this very estate. They all had been studies in excess: excess
food, excess drugs and alcohol and, of course, excesses in sexual
decadence. Tonight had been no different, except for the ritual.
While the ritual appeared to be nothing more than a sexual orgy of
dubious nature, the 'claiming' of women, for one million dollars
apparently, was a new twist. One that needed further exploring.

He needed to find this Madame woman. She had
tried to help Julia and she had actually spoken; whereas the other
women he had ever encountered had all remained silent. She seemed
to be privy to some of the inner workings of The Club. Maybe she
knew what happened to Elise?

Derek replaced his mask and placed the hood
from the cape over his head. Most men seemed to like to remain
anonymous during these parties. That certainly worked to his
advantage. With a little luck, Jackson had not even known it was
his own son who had claimed the last girl, or that the girl was his
employee, Julia.

Derek clutched the photo of Elise in his
hand as he stalked down the candlelit hall. Now, he had two
missions for the evening: make sure no one had recognized Julia and
find out what happened to Elise. His stomach clenched as he thought
about Julia. She had stumbled into a heap of trouble. If he hadn't
been there to save her! She had narrowly escaped and he was going
to make damn sure her safety was not compromised again.

Heading to the East wing where Julia's
office was located, he checked rooms as he passed, searching for
the tall red headed lady. Most rooms were empty. He figured that
Jackson's sex dungeon was probably in full swing. Hopefully, the
woman was not in there with Jackson. He poked his head into a salon
and saw a mass of naked skin writhing and grinding against each
other on the floor. He studied the jumble of tangled arms and legs,
but there was no evidence of red hair in the mix.

It was two doors later when he found the
woman he was looking for. She was standing majestically over two
submissive men groveling on the floor, her high-heeled boot
pressing roughly into one man's back.

Derek studied the dominatrix for several
moments before she noticed his presence. At first glance, beyond
the leather and whips, she was quite beautiful - lush curves, long
legs and stunning red hair. But as he studied her face, he was
surprised to see that she was much older than he thought at first
impression. She must have been at least in her forties, perhaps
older.

When she finally spotted him, her eyes
narrowed before softening with surprise. In a clipped tone, she
ordered the men to get on their feet, cracking her whip to
punctuate her command. She sent them to the corner to await further
orders.

She approached Derek slowly, looking
cat-like and sensual. "I haven't seen you around here before. Have
you come for a little play time?" She openly studied him, reaching
out to part his robe.

Derek grabbed her wrist to stop her action.
"No. I'm not here for that."

The woman looked over her shoulder at the
two men. They stood passively in the corner, seemingly unaware of
anything around them. "Follow me."

She strode out the door and turned down the
hall. Two doors past Julia's office, she entered a room, waited for
Derek to follow her in and then closed the door.

"Who are you?" She watched him warily.

Derek sat in a chair in the generic looking
office. He didn't want to seem threatening to the woman, but he
wasn't averse to to getting aggressive to find some answers if need
be. "That's not important. I'm not here to cause trouble for you. I
understand you helped out a friend of mine earlier tonight - a
woman - who was here by mistake."