Description : At the Billionaire’s Pleasure
I stretched, my long limbs uncurling beneath the silk sheets. The alarm buzzed on the locker and lazily I reached out and clicked it off. Another day of the usual errands. Turning over in the bed I stared wistfully at the empty space beside me. Why did Richard leave? It didn’t make any sense. We were happy, or at least I thought we were.
A week had passed since Richard had left, taking all of his belongings with him. I remembered the tears I’d shed as I begged him to explain why. All he had given me in return were cold looks and a brief peck on the cheek before he walked out the door.
I hated to admit it but I was lonely without him. I missed his touch, the smell of his aftershave and the way he always sang out of tune when he was in the shower.
Sitting up I threw my legs over the edge of the bed and stood. Stretching my arms above my head, my breasts strained against the soft camisole that I wore. Padding into the bathroom I flicked on the shower, and then stopped to stare at my reflection in the mirror. I stripped slowly, my eyes picking out each little flaw and imperfection that I knew I had.
Richard had always joked that he loved having a little something extra to hold onto when we made love. There was always that extra little edge to his voice when he said it. The tone of his voice suggesting that what he said went beyond teasing. Naturally, it had always made me feel insecure. But it didn’t seem to...