Billionaire's Fetish by Jordan Silver Read Free Book Online

Chapter 1
    I had given her strict instructions on exactly what I wanted. She was to follow everything to the letter with no variations whatsoever. She had been warned of the consequences should she deviate and I had chosen a punishment that she was very averse to.
    The room was set the straps were already attached to the posts of the bed. The candles were melting nicely, nice big fat ones that would burn for a long time. I had champagne chilling in a bucket next to the bed and chocolate covered strawberries laid out on a silver tray.
    A check of my watch showed the time to be ten minutes to the hour, she should be coming through that door any minute now or the night will not go nicely for her.
    I lit my cigar as I sat in the chair. My suit jacket was unbuttoned and my tie loosened but it was the only thing I’d done in preparation.
    I heard her pull into the garage and flicked the ash from the end of my cigar. My pulse raced with anticipation and my cock twitched in readiness.
    “Hello my love how was your day?”
    She started stripping as she made her way into the room.
    “It was fine thank you.”
    I beckoned her over with the crook of a finger as she dropped the belt of her coat onto the floor.
    “Did you do what I asked? Did you drive home like that?”
    “Yes sir.”
    “Good girl. Let me see, take it off.” She dropped the cashmere coat from off her shoulders exposing her semi nude body in the red lace bra and matching thong.
    “Turn around.”
    She turned slowly before me as I reached my hand out to feel the silky smooth texture of her skin. Once weekly visits to the top spa in the city kept her in the shape I liked. Her hair nails and body were kept in mint condition because it’s what I required in my woman. Her long golden curls shone in the candlelight as she twirled in front of me until coming to a full stop.
    Her natural forty D tits are a thing of pride for me. I draw the line at man made enhancements. Her body’s sculpture was the work of a personal trainer that came to the house four days a week and put her through her paces in the state of the art gym I’d had built for just such a purpose.
    Some might see her as a Stepford wife. I really didn’t much care what some might think. I know what I like and I have enough wealth and power to make it happen.
    I guess my friends and acquaintances had thought it was a given that I would settle down with a proper upper crust woman. She would be someone perhaps of my own class with the right pedigree, a family name and wealth of her own. But I didn’t need anyone else’s money to uphold mine, and my name could certainly stand on its own. The Stratfords have been a force to be reckoned with for generations and I Blake Stratford was no less. I’d fooled them all when I’d walked away from the woman that my own mother and hers had handpicked for me and found instead a girl that no one saw coming. She was not from the right sort of family; in fact my little girl was a farm fresh hayseed, as my ex wanna be fiancé had pegged her.
    They say a mind is a terrible thing to waste and I had put mine to good use. I knew that Brenda was not the woman for me but I hadn’t been sure who was. No one in our circle came close to what I was looking for. Brenda was an okay fuck but she was nowhere near what I needed or wanted to roll over next to every morning for the rest of my life. I’d never lied to her, never led her on. What we’d had was an understanding it’s not my fault that she had other plans. Or that she led our parents to believe that there was something more going on than actually was.
    When the noose was getting too tight I’d cut the rope, severed it once and for all without any regrets. After all I hadn’t been the one who’d lied. I hadn’t wasted any time in finding her replacement. Only this time I was playing for keeps.
    Heather was the daughter of a farmer down on his luck. I guess you can say I took advantage of his misfortune. He needed my