SEXY ROMANCE: Her Dark Obsession (10 page)

“Oh yeah?” he laughed, not really caring, just very eager to break me and take my faithfulness however he could get it.  “What did you have in mind?”

“I’ll show you,” I told him, touching his strong chest and bulky arms.  I led him to the bedroom and pushed him down, taking control over the great Mister Brody.

I unbuttoned his shirt and looked into his beady little eyes, taking note that his smile was ear to ear.

“Take off your pants.”

“Why should I?”

“Because.  I’m going to ride you so hard, you’re going to beg me to stop.  You’re going to break down and cry and embarrass yourself.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Is that a challenge?  Fine.  Put these handcuffs on.  If you win, I’ll tell Alan everything that happens.”

“No,” he said grinning, upping the stakes as always.  “If I win, I want you to lie to Alan.  And become my personal slave.  And go home to him every night…Hell, marry him, if you want.  But you come to my office every day and let me have my way with you.  That’s my bargain.”

“…Okay, you got a deal.”  I admit, the indecent proposal did give me a pang of forbidden excitement, if only for the thrill of living a double life.  I’m sure Brody interpreted that face as him winning.

Now stripped to his underwear, he allowed me to handcuff me. 

“Now you,” he said, demanding me to strip for him, still not getting the point of this control reversal.

“Hmmm, yeah we could do that.  Or…”

I took out my cell phone sending the billionaire badboy into squirming discomfort. 

“What…what…?”

I snapped pictures of him, mostly naked and in a very compromising position.

“Now, what do you think of me uploading all these pictures…”  I snapped another one.  And then another.  And then a good 20 or 30!

              “To all your employees.  To all your investors.  To the entire Internet, who tends to take you so seriously.”

“So what, they know I’m a sex god…”

“Good, so you won’t mind if I just take your phone too and do the same thing,” I said grabbing his phone from his slacks.

“Wait…wait…” he said, finally going into full panic mode.

“Wait what?”

“You can’t…you can’t do that!  I have a job…a reputation.”

“Well, so do I?  What makes your job more important than mine?”

“Because I make a butt load more money than you do, you sl…”

I opened my eyes wide.  “What was that?” I said opening his phone and snapping more pictures.

“Okay…I’m sorry.  Please let me go.”

“Hold on, are you saying I win?”

“No…”  He backtracked as I snapped more pictures.  “Okay…yes, you win,” he said in grumbling shame.

“Oh, how nice,” I said with a giggle.  But while I’ve got you here…I just wondered.  You know, they say that escorts are never paid for sex.  Just for their time spent entertaining clients.  You know, in conversation and such.  So Mr. Brody, about how many hours do you think you owe me for playing all these games with you?  If I’m not mistaken the actual time of intercourse took like what, five, ten minutes?  But I recall spending hours…and hours…listening to your bullshit.”

“Fine, I’ll pay you what I owe you,” he said gritting his teeth.  “Just let me the hell out of here!”

“I neglected to mention my prices have gone up a lot, since I found a really cool guy and all.  I now charge $10,000 an hour.  That means I’m officially the most expensive escort in the world.”

“That’s crazy!”

“No, what’s crazy is me sending these pictures to your mother,” I said after looking through his contacts.  “I mean that’s crazy, right?  Not to mention your nephews Brad and Lee.  Gee, hope their mom doesn’t think you’re a real creep…”

He sighed, for once defeated. 

“So…will you be paying this by check?”

“Fine…”

“Or…I was about to say, since I’m sure you’ll cancel payment on that…really bad idea!  How about you use my phone and do a wire transfer?  That way, I can listen in and make sure you get all the right numbers.”

“Fine!”

“Excuse me?”

“Yes!  Yes!  Yes!” he snarled, totally getting the irony.

THE END