The Billionaire's Lesson

As a young man, Bill was taught a lesson in just how desperate people are for the almighty dollar by his Dad. However, this lesson had the unexpected effect of shaping his sexual desires as well.

Can a billionaire dom like Bill ever learn to share his desires with someone who really cares for him? His personal assistant, Becca, is hoping to find out.

Warning: this explicit 6100 word story is intended for adults only! It contains graphic descriptions of spanking, flogging, rough sex and power exchange between consenting adults. 18+ only!

Excerpt:

“Were you to assist me in a personal matter, I might be able to justify an increase in pay. Would you be interested?”

A lump formed in my throat and I swallowed it back hard. Where is he going with this?

She smiled cautiously. “Yes sir, I would.”

“Excellent. Now understand, due to the sensitive nature of this matter, you will need to sign a nondisclosure waiver.” He reached into his desk and quickly scribbled out a few notes on a form he removed. Passing the paper to her, he pointed to a signature line, and said, “Sign here, dear.”

I'd had enough. She was signing her soul to the devil whether she knew it or not. “Dad – ”

“Not now.” He waved his hand dismissively at me and shot me a warning look.

She signed, dated the agreement and asked, “Okay, what now?”

“I need you to do one more thing, to show me you're the right person for the task. Stand up please.”

Roberta, still weak in the legs, pushed herself to her feet, her hands clenched to the armrests for support.

“Now, lift your dress up to your waist.”

She looked at him with disbelief. “What did you say... sir?”

“Lift your dress to your waist,” he said, enunciating each syllable with great emphasis as though she was slow.

“I-I – ”

“I'm going to put a number down on a piece of paper; if you simply show me your panties, I will write you a check for that sum, regardless of whether you do anything more.” He picked up a spiral notebook and with his finest solid gold pen wrote down a sum. He motioned for her to stand beside him and showed her the amount. “Is that agreeable? You're just showing us your underwear after all. I expect we're not the first men to have seen them.”

Her face burned bright red and she bit her lip. “Okay.” She slowly reached down to the bottom of her dress and began to pull it up.

“No, no. Do that over there.” He gestured to the side of his desk. “Junior won't be able to see.”