Servicing His Needs (Billionaire BDSM Romance) Read online

  A Billionaire Short Story

  Servicing

  His

  Needs

  Honey Taylor

  Copyright © 2012 Honey Taylor

  All rights reserved.

  This short story is 5,100 words.

  WARNING: This story contains hot sex scenes and graphic language. For ADULTS, 18+ only.

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  As she walked up to the luxury beach front villa, Jenny felt a little apprehensive. The call to attend the interview for the maid’s position at the property came relatively out of the blue and having sent the application more than two months previously and heard nothing back, she assumed someone else had been given the job. Her search for something else wasn’t exactly proving successful so when the head butler made the call and asked her to come for an interview that day she agreed straight away. Jenny didn’t live too far from the villa and had seen the property plenty of times from outside the security fence, but it looked all the more impressive once she passed through the driveway gates and walked up to it. She was shown inside and through to an empty office where she sat and waited. After around twenty minutes Jenny started to think they might have forgotten that she was there, but the head butler finally came into the room and greeted her.

  “Sorry for the delay, I’m glad you could come in and see me,” he said with a smile and introduced himself as Martin. Jenny relaxed a little at his pleasant demeanor.

  “I thought I missed my chance for the job,” she replied. “I would have thought someone was in place by now.”

  “They were,” went on Martin. “But they didn’t quite fit in like we hoped. Mr. Curtis has fairly exacting standards and doesn’t really suffer anyone that doesn’t come up to them.”

  “Oh OK,” said Jenny, wondering exactly what those standards were. She found out over the next half-an-hour or so as Martin took her through the requirements for the job. It appeared that she would have responsibility for keeping the villa looking clean, tidy and presentable, but would also be expected to serve Mr. Curtis with meals and drinks when he spent time at the villa. Everyone in the area knew the story of the billionaire and how he inherited a pile of money from his father then set about turning it into an even bigger fortune. He owned companies all over the island and elsewhere and most, if not all, were run with military precision that helped build his fortune from the millions he inherited to the billions he now boasted. Martin informed Jenny that their employer spent the last weekend of each month in the villa, although this was something she already knew. By all accounts it was the only time he wasn’t working and she guessed he must just want some peace and quiet away from his usual hectic daily routine.

  “Come on I’ll show you around,” said Martin, “and you can get an idea of what you will need to do if you accept the job.” There’s no if about it thought Jenny, knowing that she would accept the job offer. She suppressed the grin that threatened to spread across her face and listened intently as Martin pointed out the features and rooms as they toured around the property. “So what do you think?” the head butler asked when they were finally seated in the office again.

  “When do you want me to start?” asked Jenny with a smile.

  “Tomorrow is fine,” he replied. “It’s almost the last weekend of the month so there are only a couple of days before our boss gets here for a visit. We like the place looking its best when he arrives. You will be expected to work 8.00am to 8.00pm while he is here, but at other times as long as you put in an appearance every day and the work gets done properly there are no strict rules regarding hours. We like to keep things relaxed but professional. Mr. Curtis does make the occasional surprise visit though so the place needs to be kept looking good at all times.” Martin finished by taking Jenny through the pay and conditions of the position.

  “OK,” she finally said. “That all seems fine. I’ll see you tomorrow at eight in the morning.”

  Over the next couple of days she set about cleaning the place from top to bottom and making sure it was looking its best for the arrival of Mr. Curtis. The villa had a number of rooms, with many of them being bedrooms. Jenny guessed most were for guests, although there was no doubting which one was the billionaire’s. It was by far the largest and the huge four poster bed was the stand out piece of furniture. As she cleaned it, Jenny couldn’t help grinning as she saw the additional features. The spring loaded ropes on each of the four posts pulled out and retracted easily and Jenny wondered just who her boss was in the habit of tying up. It was none of her business though and she did no more than have a quick look at the ropes before getting on with her work and making sure the property was in the best possible shape for her new boss. Mr. Curtis arrived after ten on the Friday evening and it wasn’t until the Saturday morning that Jenny finally met him. She arrived as instructed at eight in the morning and it was no more than thirty minutes later that the billionaire was settled in the dining room. Jenny took his breakfast and coffee through and smiled as she stepped up to the table and put it down in front of him.

  “You must be the new maid, Jenny,” Mr. Curtis said looking up from the newspaper he was reading.

  “That’s right,” she answered. “I just started a couple of days ago so am really just finding my feet.”

  “Well from what I saw when I arrived last night and this morning, you are doing a good job,” he went on. “The place looks better than I have ever seen it. It’s always nice to have someone working for me that take pride in their work.”

  “Thanks,” said Jenny. “I tried my hardest to get it looking the best I could. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

  The grin on his face was fleeting, but Jenny still noticed. “I can think of plenty you could do for me, but not at the moment.” His voice sounded teasing, but Jenny wasn’t altogether sure that she misheard and thanking her boss again she left. When she went back to clear the table, Mr. Curtis stood up and brushed past her as she leant over the table. Again she wasn’t altogether sure if it was deliberate or not and eventually put it down to her imagination. She didn’t see her new boss for the rest of the morning, but when she served him lunch and then dinner was sure that he was definitely showing an interest in her as more than just a maid.

  “So do you think you’ll be happy here?” he asked as she came in to clear the dinner plates and cups from the table.

  “I do,” said Jenny. “It’s close to my home and you have the reputation of being a good boss as long as the work gets done properly.”

  “And you want to do things properly for me?” he laughed.

  “Of course, whatever you need,” she replied.

  “I’ll have to remember that,” teased the billionaire. “It’s nice to know that such a pretty girl will do whatever I need.”

  Jenny flushed when she realized exactly what she’d said, but she also felt a thrill at the way the billionaire was looking at her. She wondered just what he would want, but he said no more. He brushed close by her again as he got up and there seemed to be no doubt it was deliberate this time. Jenny felt her pulse race, but when Mr. Curtis left the room she carried on clearing the table. The next day followed the same pattern and Jenny couldn’t deny that when she was in his presence that Mr. Curtis was being attentive towards her. She had enough experience to know when a man was interested, but wondered exactly what the billionaire’s interest was. In the end she didn’t get the chan
ce to find out as he suddenly left on the Sunday afternoon. An urgent call about work according to Martin and her new boss was gone, with Jenny not expecting to see him again until the end of the following month.

  The next week she wanted to give a good impression so stuck to arriving at eight in the morning and kept busy for much of the day. She stayed longer than necessary to get the work done, but thought it was worth putting in the effort to make sure she earned a good reputation and didn’t give any reason for her commitment to be questioned. Her mind constantly went over the attention that Mr. Curtis showed in her and she wanted to know exactly what his interest was. She was expecting it to be a month before she found out, but was surprised to see the billionaire arriving the following Friday afternoon. She was asked to stay later to serve him his evening meal and felt a flush of excitement as she went into the dining room.

  “I didn’t expect to see you again so soon,” Jenny said with a smile as she placed the tray on the table. She took a plate and some coffee from it and set it down in front of her boss.

  “After my visit was cut short last week, I decided to enjoy another relaxing weekend,” he answered.

  “That seems like a sensible idea,” went on Jenny. “Enjoy your meal.” She left the room and waited until she got the call to return and clear the dinner dishes away. As she was doing this she could feel the eyes of the billionaire on her and felt a shiver run along her spine. She finally looked up and smiled. “Is there anything else you need from me?” she asked.

  The billionaire laughed. “I could think of a few things I would like from you,” he teased.

  “Well don’t hesitate to ask,” she replied. “I’d be only too happy to do whatever you want.” It was a tease of her own and there was no doubting the sexual tension that was building between them. Jenny could feel it even though they had exchanged only a few words. It was there in the air just waiting to burst into life and she wondered if Mr. Curtis would take the next step.

  “Well…,” he finally went on. “My bags are still sitting in my bedroom and need unpacked. Could you do that for me?”

  “Sure,” Jenny replied. “I’ll do it straight away.” She picked up the tray and turned to leave the dining room. After washing the plates and cups she made her way upstairs to the bedroom and knocked on the door. When there was no response she opened the door and went inside, seeing the bags sitting on the floor beside the bed. Moving across to them she started to unpack and hang the clothes in the wardrobe. When she finished she went to leave, but the bedroom door opened before she reached it and the billionaire walked in.

  Jenny smiled. “Your clothes are unpacked and I hung them in the wardrobe.”

  “Thanks,” said Mr. Curtis. He reached for Jenny’s wrist as she walked past him. “You don’t have to leave yet do you?”

  The firm hold on her wrist sent another shiver along Jenny’s spine. “No, I don’t have to go,” she said, “if there is something else you need.” Pulling on her wrist the billionaire drew her in until their bodies were close together. When she didn’t protest he leaned in to press his mouth onto hers and as the kiss lingered she could feel the hardness growing against her midriff. Mr. Curtis pushed her head back and kissed onto the soft skin of her throat, working his lips around Jenny’s neck to her ear. The warmth of the breath excited her and the words added to the thrill.

  “I came back so quickly because of you,” the billionaire said. “From the first moment I saw you I knew I wanted you.”

  Jenny shuddered at the caress of the lips onto her ear. “So…, take me,” she said softly and gasped at the feel of the bite onto her ear lobe. It signaled the end of the gentleness and the descent into the pain of the love she was about to be shown. From seeing the ropes on the bed she already guessed that the billionaire liked his woman to be submissive and under his control and the thought of being dominated excited her. Mr. Curtis released the grip of his teeth on her earlobe and grabbed at her wrist. He pulled the maid across to the bed and threw her down onto it. Jenny looked up at her employer, her breath suddenly rasping at the prospect of being used. It was a new experience for her and she was surprised at the feeling of desperation she suddenly had for it. Her eyes dropped to the front of the billionaire’s pants and her breathing grew all the more ragged as she saw the hard bulge pushing out the material. Her eyes moved back to the watching eyes.

  “Get it out.” was all Mr. Curtis said and suddenly Jenny was scrabbling to get up and sit at the edge of the bed. Her hands went to the buckle on the billionaire’s belt and she loosened it. “Take it off,” he said. She pulled the belt through the loops of the pants and when it was free handed it over. Mr. Curtis looped it around her neck and closed it, keeping the free end tight in his grip. He tugged on it and pulled the maid forward so that her face was only inches from the bulge in his pants. Jenny brought her fingers up and traced then along the outline of the hard cock, feeling it twitch as she touched it. She quickly loosened the zipper and button of the pants and dragged them down. The underwear came with them and she gasped as the solid erection was suddenly exposed to her. The billionaire tugged on the belt again and Jenny was pulled forward so that her face was pressed onto the cock. She could feel it throbbing against her mouth and flicked out her tongue to lick onto it. Mr. Curtis kept a tight grip on the belt, holding Jenny’s face on his cock as he circled his hips and stroked himself onto her. When he finally let her pull back a little she kissed along the hard length and worked the tip of her tongue around the little opening on the tip. The billionaire moaned at the feel of the touch and shuddered as Jenny parted her lips and took the head of the cock into her mouth.

  The sudden grip on her hair made her gasp and she knew she was fully under the control of Mr. Curtis. He thrust his hips forward and forced his cock deeper into her mouth, his breathing becoming ragged as he started to fuck Jenny’s mouth. The grip on her hair and pressure around her neck from the belt meant she just had to take what she was being given and she tried to control her breathing as the head of the shaft was fucked to the back of her mouth. Being forced to deep throat a hard cock excited her and the feel of the balls pressed onto her lips heightened the pleasure. She started to gag, but the billionaire didn’t let up, thrusting his hips forward more as he tried to get even deeper. Jenny could feel his body grinding onto her face, the head of the cock sliding down her throat and she shuddered hard as she was used as a submissive slut. When the cock was pulled out she dropped her head, gasping for air as the spit drooled from her mouth. A tug on the belt made her look up and she used the back of her hand to wipe the spit from her chin.

  “Your going to be my dirty little slut aren’t you?” Mr. Curtis said quietly with a smile, already knowing full well that the maid would do anything he wanted.

  “Yes,” gasped Jenny, the shudders wracking her body. The billionaire pulled harder on the belt and dragged her to her feet. He reached out and grabbed at her breasts, squeezing hard and making her wince a little.

  “Let’s see what that outfit is hiding then,” he went on. He released his grip on Jenny’s breasts and quickly started to work the buttons of the blouse free, tugging it from where it was tucked into the skirt and pulling the sides apart to reveal the bra below. “Take it off,” he ordered. Jenny slid the blouse from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Her hands reached behind to the hooks of her bra and she loosened them. “Wait,” the billionaire said. He moved across the room and Jenny was pulled after him in her disheveled state. When he got to the wardrobe, he opened the doors and reached up to a shelf at the top. Grabbing a box he dragged Jenny back to the bed and set the box down. “OK, get the bra off,” he ordered. Sliding the straps from her shoulders, she let the bra fall to the floor, revealing her naked breast. She was forced to sit on the edge of the bed and then pulled forward using the belt. This time she was forced to use her breasts to pleasure the hard cock of the billionaire, the tit fuck making him groan as he fucked into the soft flesh.

  Jenny grabbed
her tits and forced them together, trapping the soft flesh around the hardness and her moans sounded as the thrill of the tit fuck gripped her. She bent her head down to lick at the head of the cock when it emerged out of the top of her cleavage and could feel the pressure of the belt around her neck as the billionaire pulled it tightly. He eventually moved back and pulled harder on the belt to make Jenny stand again. The fingers of his free hand reached for the buttons at her hip and when he released them the skirt fell to the floor. He made Jenny undo the buttons of his shirt and take it off then used the belt to pull her onto the bed when he was completely naked. Jenny was forced to lie down on her belly and she finally felt the pressure around her neck ease a little as the billionaire let go of the belt. He quickly moved to one of the retractable ropes, pulling it out from the post of the bed and securing it around Jenny’s wrist. He moved around the other posts and the maid suddenly found herself tied down to the bed, her wrists and ankles secured tightly so that she was left completely spread eagle on the mattress. She was breathing hard and waited to see what came next.

  The touch onto her panties made her squeal and she felt the fingers stroking around. “It’s such a pretty ass,” teased the billionaire as he reached for the waistband of the panties and peeled them down to reveal the rounded cheeks. “And the skin is so white,” he continued. Jenny shivered at the touch of the fingers onto her naked skin. They worked to the top of the butt crease and the pressure of the touch increased as the fingers slid in between until they were touching onto asshole. Jenny’s shivers grew stronger as the fingers brushed back and forth over the tight hole, her breathing becoming ragged as her ass cheeks were forced apart. “I like giving women pleasure,” Mr. Curtis said and laughed. “But giving them pain is so much more of a turn on.” He lay on top of Jenny so that his weight pressed down on her, his cock pushing into her butt crease. His mouth moved close to her ear again. “I’m going to fuck that cute little ass,” he whispered, “but first it needs to take a little punishment. You want it don’t you?”