The Scandalous Billionaires Collection (63 page)

"God Bella, stop…" he said with desperate
realization, "You're making me cum."

"That's exactly what I want." She hissed. "I
want you to cum inside me."

It was enough, the last wild thrusts of his
penetration sent her over the edge and him into climax and
oblivion.

With the love making over they lay spent and
entwined. Bella tugged uselessly at her restraints but there was no
hope this time, she would have to stay where she was, but the
feeling was one of total relief. Nothing had been harder than
tearing herself from him in the moments after their first passion
and now she wouldn't have to repeat that.

She wrapped herself as tightly around him as
the cuffs permitted and prayed for the moment never to end.

*******************

When Bella woke up next morning and opened
her eyes Harrison was still there beside her, his eyes already
open, watching over her like a fierce guardian angel. She was no
longer cuffed and for a fleeting moment it seemed as though they
were just two young lovers like any other, enjoying each other
without a care in the world. She went to kiss him but he put a
finger to her lips.

"Bella, you have some people to call."
Reality closed in around her again. She was no longer restrained
but the room and her life were exactly the same as they had been
the night before. Her problems were still there and hadn't melted
away while she slept.

"I know it's early but I promised to get you
to call everyone as soon as I found you. Unfortunately that didn’t
happen because of… well, because of last night. But they're waiting
now."

She looked at the phone with dread.

"You don’t have to tell them anything
specific, but I want them to know that you're safe, that you're
with me and that they have nothing to worry about."

She looked around the room as though seeking
an escape route.

"You're still free to go. Anytime." She
looked at the handcuffs dangling from the bed posts.

"What about those?" She said.

"Those were just… those were just a very bad
idea."

They were a bad idea that had nearly killed
her with orgasm the night before. Whatever the real motivation for
cuffing her, the results had been spectacular, but that didn’t take
away from the difficulty of what he was asking her to do now.

If she was ever going to make any kind of
redress to her friends for all the lies of the last four years, she
would have to begin sometime. Leaving it longer would only make
things even harder.

She reached out and took the phone into her
hand.

Suzy's number was there, confronting her,
ready to call at the touch of a fingertip.

She hesitated while Harrison watched.

"Just say hello." he said. "Then you can hang
up. Just a word so they know you're okay."

Still she hesitated but before she could
react Harrison swiftly leaned in to tap the call button himself and
the phone was immediately answered.

"Harrison, is that you? Have you found
her?"

It had only been three days but Suzy's voice
sounded like a friend from the ancient past. Bella couldn't find
words.

"Harrison! Harrison, is that you? What's
going on?"

She put the phone to her ear.

"Suzy…"

"Bella! Thank God you're okay, where have you
been? No forget that, we don't need to know, just come home baby,
everything's going to be okay."

It was impossible to speak. After all she had
done, ruining Suzy's wedding day, spoiling her honeymoon and still
she offered her friendship.

The phone on the other end exchanged
hands.

"Suzy, it's me, Melissa, please just come
home. You don’t need to tell us anything now….or ever, but please
speak to someone. I can find someone, someone good in my old
community from when I used to practice. They can help you. Will you
do that?"

How could that help? Could a psychotherapist
take care of Steve? Protect Stacy from her vicious, criminal,
sociopathic boyfriend?

"I…I'll try." She said.

"That's great honey. Now please tell us
you'll come home. We all love you Suzy, we won't judge you. Please
just say you'll come home and we can start fixing everything from
there."

"I have to go." She said and ended the call,
then looked to Harrison as though for his approval.

"You did great Bella. That's all I wanted.
Now let's get ready. Breakfast is already outside and we have a
long day ahead of us." He got up from the bed, still naked and
began searching for clothes, pulling his shorts on.

"Harrison…" she gave him a pained look, God,
how she would love to spend the day with him. "I have to go to
work."

He walked to her side of the bed and kneeled
down next to her, his eyes searching hers for some clue as to what
was happening in her world that she couldn't reveal to him.

"It's okay. I've spoken to your boss. I've
hired you out for the rest of the week. That's all I want from you.
Just one week, together, and then you can decide if you want to
come back with me to New York, to your friends and family, or if
you don’t, then you can…" he took a deep breath to help him get the
words out, "you can go your own way."

Bella's mind raced as he spoke the words. A
week with him. A whole week. They had hardly spent more than
minutes together and most of it had been in desperate, insane
love-making that ended in exhausted oblivion.

"What about Steve?" She said, before
realizing how idiotic that sounded, Harrison looked confused.

"Steve? Sure, Steve and Stacy can come along
too if you want. They've both succeeded in turning their lives
around for the better so maybe it's a good idea."

Bella was horrified.

"No, that's not what I meant. Not at
all."

"You know them better than you know me,
they're faces you can trust. I think it's a good idea Bella. I'll
contact them now."

Bella felt paralyzed. For sure Steve wanted
her and Harrison to be together, so that would keep Stacy safe, but
if they were around all the time…

"Don’t call them, please. I'm… I'm too
ashamed of myself." She said at last. "I can't look Stacy in the
eye. Not yet. Please."

Harrison looked at her steadily. He knew
something was wrong, he'd known it since the first day he met her
but still she was a mystery to him; the greatest mystery of his
life so far.

"Of course." He said. "Come on, get dressed.
We have a plane to catch."

********************

The next five days were the most magical of
Bella's life to date. Travelling by private jet they flew to some
of the most beautiful locations in America, places she had always
planned to go but never had the time or money to do it.

On the first day Harrison gave her plenty of
time to herself on the flight to Santa Barbara. They spent just
long enough in the elegant ocean-side city for Bella to get a feel
of the place and then they headed to the nearby wine country for a
relaxed tour of the area. Harrison kept his distance throughout as
though he were dealing with an invalid.

At first it was charming, but soon Bella
began to want him closer. When they checked into a beautiful
boutique hotel she was surprised when he left her to herself and
returned to a separate room.

"See you in the morning." He said, inflecting
it almost like a question. It was still on his mind that she might
cut and run, even though it would be hard to get far from where the
hotel was.

The next day they returned to the city and
then flew out to Aspen. Harrison insisted on taking to the slopes
where he was obviously quite expert. For Bella, it was her first
time on skis but he showed infinite patience in teaching her how to
find her feet. He was a lot closer than he had been the day before,
his lips hovering near hers as he steadied her in the snow, but
again he held his distance. Sleeping arrangements in the ski lodge
were the same, but when he left to go to his bedroom Bella took his
hand and squeezed it hard. She appreciated what he was doing.
Helping her to relax, giving her space and the clear air in Aspen,
together with the spectacular views, were combining to have an
uplifting effect on her.

Maybe I can just tell him everything?
She thought.
Maybe he can fix this? He's Harrison Demovic after
all, not just some well-meaning guy.

Her last thought before she fell asleep that
night was of him, her first thought on waking, the same.

Next stop was Savannah, Georgia. Bella's mind
was being blown by the variety, the total change from place to
place, as though they were visiting different countries in
different historical periods. Steve and Stacy receded far from her
mind and if she had heard nothing from that slime ball then it must
mean he was happy and by extension that her friend was safe.

Together with Harrison she toured the nearby
islands and then in the evening strolled along the Riverwalk
enjoying the music and the excellent seafood. Their hotel was a
charming converted 19th century mansion in the historic district.
Their eyes lingered as they parted for their, yet again, separate
rooms. Bella was nearly ready to scream, after all, it wasn't as if
they hadn't made love before; the hottest, wildest most satisfying
love she had ever experienced. She held his hand again and this
time they fell to an embrace, their lips lingering dangerously
close before finally coming together. After several long, intense
moments he drew away, yet again.

"See you tomorrow?" he said.

"I'm not going anywhere." she whispered.

The next day found them in the Florida Keys;
a dream come true for Bella. She was a Hemingway fan and had always
planned to save up the money and take a trip to the islands. Their
time here was by far the best, the most romantic, and the sunset
they watched go down together from the terrace of their adjoining
rooms in the beach front hotel was the most extravagantly brilliant
that either of them had ever seen. The young couple watched in
open-mouthed awe as the vivid colors lit the sea and the sky before
them. When they looked into each others' eyes they saw the same
colors reflected there and no words were necessary, no words
adequate to describe the wonder each one felt.

There was no hesitation in Harrison's
movement as he picked her up in his arms and brought her to his
bed. After a week of caution, courtesy and hesitation her body was
ready for his; there would be no resistance. He laid her on the bed
and then carefully removed her light and loose summer clothing, one
tantalizing piece at a time, as though he were giving her the
opportunity to back out at any moment, but daring her not to. He
began with her sandals and ran his lips lightly along her feet as
she lay back on the sumptuous bed like a queen awaiting her lover.
From her feet he went to her shoulders, drew down the straps of the
small top she was wearing and made it disappear, rolling down
softly over her hips and leaving her deliciously exposed before him
in only her lingerie.

Still she felt coy before him. He was so
perfect and strong and she was just anyone, no-one. Nevertheless,
she was the one he had chosen and she was the one he was flying all
over the country in his private jet. She was the one he was
undressing as though she were a gift to his bed from the Gods of
Olympus.

He was still clothed although in his island
holiday attire, his rippling muscles and tanned skin were an
obvious temptation. Her body cried out for his, willing it to come
closer and make them one, but he waited a moment longer. He wanted
to appreciate her more fully in the magical light of the dying sun.
She went to speak but he put his finger to her lips and she
thrilled to his touch. There would be no words tonight. Words
didn’t matter. There would be no history, no past or future, just
the night and two human forms melting into each other in the balmy
tropical island air.

He drew off his shirt, removed his shorts and
sandals and his nudity was spectacular in the half light. He leaned
down close to her and lightly brushed his lips to hers before
descending to her neck, her shoulders, her arms, before feasting in
earnest on her breasts and abdomen. He unclasped her bra and she
was fully exposed to his lips. Her breasts were full and ready for
his touch and when he pressed his tongue to the flesh her body
arched wildly and she cried out. She felt his hand explore lower,
finding her abdomen first, then massaging her quivering pubic mound
before sliding lower still, first under her panties to explore the
surface of her waiting pussy and then removing the flimsy article
of clothing, rolling it down to her ankles and flinging it away as
his lips moved over her abdomen, down to her thighs and then to the
moist nub of her sexuality, leaving nothing unexplored, no fold
unturned in his relentless laving of her clit.

In the growing moonlight she could see the
tousle of his mane and the bulge of his muscular back and shoulders
below her. He looked unearthly, like a being from a dream or a
vision as he worked intently between her thighs. She was going
beyond screaming now, struggling to catch her breath as cascades of
excruciating pleasure swept through her.

This was the man who could save her. This was
the man who could protect her, change her life and batter aside
anyone who dared threaten her. He had taken her to his bed and she
was submitting to him, offering up her body to his lust and waiting
for him to take his pleasure as he would see fit.

When his head began to move higher she knew
what would soon come next. He was clearly naked, his shorts were
gone and once again she could see that perfect ass moving towards
her, bunching, thrusting and getting ready to fill her to the
brim.

Before she could prepare herself he was
inside her and he was every bit as large, demanding and intense as
he had been on every previous occasion, but still there was more
this time; he wanted more from her than he had already taken and
even this was just the beginning.