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  The Billionaire’s Step

  Complete Series

  Michaela Adams

  Copyright 2015 Michaela Adams

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  Part One

  Part Two

  Part Three

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  The

  Billionaire’s Step

  Part One

  One

  He could see the tiny quivers rippling down her back. Her breathing was shallow but not rapid, which meant she was teetering between fear and arousal.

  The sweet spot.

  With one word, one gesture, he could fling her into heart pounding fear or mind numbing arousal. That was the power he held. And her shuddering body and shallow pants confirmed that she knew this as well.

  Julian Benedict, CEO and founder of the international conglomerate JB Enterprises, stretched out his long legs, gently yanking the delicate chain he held in his hands. The other end of the long chain split into two spiked nipple clamps, each connected painfully to Yvette’s very swollen nipples. The gentle yank elicited a sharp gasp from her, making her large breasts sway heavily. But she kept her eyes obediently closed.

  Good girl.

  True, he could’ve put a blindfold on her to ensure her blindness. But then that wouldn’t be any fun. Often, he liked to test a submissive’s true nature by seeing whose will they would obey—his or their own. And an element of fear was the best test. No matter how nerve-wracking or how suspenseful the scene might feel, she must give up her fear and her will to him and keep her eyes closed. His word must weigh more than their own fears. Driving home this lesson was as important to Yvette as it was pleasurable to him.

  Yvette stood straight before him. She had no choice really. Her arms were bound tightly behind her, forearm over forearm. Games of will aside, Julian still enjoyed the sight of a beautifully bound woman. Her large breasts were pleasingly swollen and red from his earlier abuse. Much could be done with a riding crop. He knew if he were to turn her around, her pert bottom would be a nice glowing crimson, matching her full breasts. Yvette had a throaty lustful cry when he spanked her, which normally would be enough to arouse him into a raging frenzy. He would then roughly bend her over, squeezing her hips, as he plunged his thick cock into her begging pussy. He would brutally thrust into her hard and deep, over and over again till she came screaming. He would make sure that for the next few days, whenever Yvette walked, she would remember who owned her pussy.

  But tonight was different.

  Tonight, he didn’t feel that same pulsing lust. No matter how many times he pinched Yvette’s delicious nipples or took her gorgeously wide mouth, Julian couldn’t push away the familiar creeping coldness that seemed to fill his bones from the marrow within. No matter how he tried to ignore it, the dark iciness only seemed to bloom and grow within him.

  Knowing her eyes were completely closed, Julian let himself close his own eyes, squeezing the bridge of his nose. Perhaps calling Yvette over tonight hadn’t been such a good idea. Or at least, he shouldn’t have called her over to his office. It was well past midnight and Julian knew nobody was in the building, let alone the executive suite which was the entire 60th floor.

  Julian never took a woman home. He’d either call them to his office on late nights or take them to a hotel. Which is what he should’ve done with Yvette. He could’ve taken her to his usual suite at the Four Seasons. But instead he had called her here. And tonight, being surrounded by his luxuriously furnished office, Julian felt drained.

  Behind Yvette, he could see his gleaming Brazilian wood desk. Although it was meticulously clean at the moment, Julian knew the chaos it held.

  The search was not going well.

  Even after four years. No trace, no clues. Nothing.

  Every time Julian thought about how abysmally years of tracking had been going, his heart clenched at the possible meanings of such an absolute and complete disappearance.

  He shook his head abruptly. Opening his eyes, Julian focused on Yvette. No, he would not let himself entertain such thoughts. Not right now. He yanked hard on the chain. Yvette cried out as she was jerked forward. Trying not to lose her balance with her bound arms, she quickly stumbled forward, her eyes still obediently closed.

  Julian raised his foot against her knee, stopping her from running right into him. “On your knees,” he said, his deep voice rougher from his stubbornness in trying to will away the darkness.

  Yvette’s throat muscles clenched as she gulped at his command. As she lowered herself, Julian could smell her heady anticipation. He opened his pants, freeing his sizeable cock. Julian would’ve snorted if he weren’t so distracted. It never ceased to amaze him how the body and mind could want two completely different things at the same time. But he was never one to argue with human biology, especially since his biology was serving him quite conveniently at the moment.

  “Open your eyes,” he said quietly. Yvette fluttered her long lashes as she opened her large hazel eyes. She was quite a beauty. A former Miss New York, she was now currently a model. She was an unusual model though. Her body was luscious and full, unlike the usual sticks walking down the runways every spring. But even with her larger measurements, the gorgeous amazon had been embraced by the modeling industry. Within her first year of modeling, she had landed the covers of several huge magazines, launching her into celebritydom. Gossip writers were constantly pairing her with any number of athletes and celebrities. And perhaps, she did date those people occasionally. Julian didn’t care. He only knew that every time he called, Yvette would come flying over to his office or hotel suite and willingly get on her knees for him. And that’s all he needed or wanted.

  With a lovingly desperate hunger in her eyes, Yvette looked up at him. But her gaze was soon pulled towards his impressive erection. She slowly licked her lips as she eyed his cock. Slowly pulling the chain closer, Julian forced Yvette to crawl closer on her knees. He could see the pain of her nipples turning into raw pleasure as she tried to clench her thighs while crawling. Julian’s lips twitched in amusement. No use. He didn’t need to see it to know how wet she was.

  With her now only a breath away from his cock, Julian lifted her chin. Giving her the full force of his hardened gaze, he said, “Show me how much you appreciate your punishment.” He hardly had to say more. Given now the express permission, Yvette eagerly bent her head to mouth as much of Julian’s cock as possible.

  Her mouth warm and inviting, her tongue skilled and eager, Julian couldn’t help but groan at the pleasure. Encouraged, Yvette continued, bobbing her head deeper and deeper onto his cock, letting it brush against the back of her throat. Julian placed a firm hand over her head, keeping his cock deep in her throat. With his other hand, he swift
ly yanked the chain, roughly pulling off her nipple clamps.

  Yvette’s throaty screams were muffled against his cock as the rush of blood flooded her abused tissues. Julian closed his eyes as he enjoyed the vibrations of her cries against his cock. He could feel her squirming under his hand. He knew she desperately wanted to rub her breasts to ease the pain. But her bound hands were useless and all she could do was let the pain wash over her as it slowly transmuted into pussy sopping pleasure. He controlled her breathing, her pleasure, her pain.

  Julian finally removed his hand, letting Yvette come up for gasping breaths. Tears wetted her lashes, making her eyes seem even larger and more doe-like. But behind the tears and the gasps, he could see the fires of passion in her eyes. He knew she was even more aroused than before. And beyond the pure lust, he could see the eager look of more.

  Yvette was not a woman used to being denied. Although she craved the discipline and dominance Julian provided, he knew she was waiting for more.

  She wanted his heart.

  But that was something Julian wouldn’t give. Couldn’t give. For any of the number of faceless women he called to his office or hotel suite, all he had to offer was a firm hand and a strong command. But his heart was never an option. He couldn’t give something he didn’t have anyway.

  Feeling the creeping fingers of that lingering coldness, Julian abruptly stood up. Jerking his chin towards the expensive leather sofa that took up nearly one whole side of his office, he said in a voice of raw cut steel, “Bend over and show me that pussy.”

  Yvette nearly grinned in her eagerness and scrambled to do his bidding. With her round, pert ass in the air, Julian squeezed her hips and thrust his hard cock home into her aching pussy. Yvette moaned loudly into the seat cushions. This would have to be the last time he called her. He couldn’t keep letting her carry such a hopeless flame for him.

  This is all he would give

  And this is all he would take.

  Two

  “Your coffee, sir.”

  Trisha’s soft voice cut through his haze causing Julian’s head to snap up. He hadn’t heard her enter his office. She was clearing a space on his desk so she could set down the sterling silver coffee tray. He watched as she quickly set out cup and saucer and deftly poured the hot coffee. Pushing the cup forward, she added quietly, “It’s quite strong today.”

  Julian was not one for chattiness and Trisha understood this. A quiet person herself, she had made the perfect personal assistant for the last seven years. In her late fifties, softly rounded, and quietly efficient, Trisha had quickly become an indispensible component of JB Enterprises.

  He also appreciated her discreetness. He knew that she was aware of his midnight dalliances in his office. He knew she took care of his many personal expense reports, including regular hotel bills, without comment. And her quiet comment about strong coffee was as direct as she would get about how tired he must look.

  “Is it that obvious?” Julian asked, his lips quirked as he took a sip of the hot, dark brew. It was indeed quite strong.

  “Just wanted to fortify you for the day ahead, sir,” Trisha replied softly, her expression neutral yet pleasant.

  Julian frowned, his brow creasing, as he tried to remember what he had on the agenda today. “Have the South American numbers come in? Make sure that Davidson has first dibs on—”

  Trisha shook her head, a smile playing at her lips. “No, the numbers haven’t come in yet.” She pulled out a small stack of manila folders from underneath the coffee tray. “Today’s the day for final interviews.”

  Julian’s hand paused midair, the cup of coffee steaming under his nose. “Ah,” he said quietly. “Yes.”

  Trisha’s daughter was six months pregnant and had a husband anticipating a promising job transfer to Utah. Having worked as a single parent for most of her career, Trisha was particularly close to her daughter and valued her time with her. Knowing her only child and her first grandchild were about to move to the other side of the country, Trisha had quickly and quietly put in her resignation letter.

  Julian had seen how difficult it had been for Trisha to turn in her letter. Julian was a man of few words who wasn’t known to be incredibly demonstrative emotionally. But he knew Trisha knew how much he valued and appreciated her. And he also knew how important her child and family was to her. He would have no chance in convincing her to stay and nor did he want to. Not if it meant separating her from her child. And grandchild.

  Julian flicked his eyes over the stack of folders. Inside would be neatly typed resumes with Trisha’s written notes. For the last two weeks, Trisha had been holding interviews with dozens of potential candidates. A position under the CEO of one of the world’s most successful and well-connected companies was explosive news for the corporate job market. People flooded in with polished resumes and perfected cover letters.

  Trisha had done the hard work of weeding out the least acceptable candidates then interviewing the possible ones. Now a couple weeks later, she had narrowed the list of several dozen down to six. Three this afternoon, three tomorrow afternoon.

  The idea of losing Trisha made Julian’s throat tighten but he was no competition against maternal love. So all he could do was accept what was the inevitable and interview the replacement.

  “Anyone promising?” he asked, taking another sip.

  Trish, taking one of the leather seats across his desk, nodded noncommittally. “I wouldn’t be recommending any candidates that didn’t look promising,” she said, a playful smile at her lips. That was as close to outright teasing Trisha got.

  Julian smiled. “Then I don’t need any fortification. I trust your judgment,” he said with quiet gravity. A faint blush stained Trisha’s cheeks as she stood to leave.

  But before Trisha could turn towards the door, Julian called out in what he hoped sounded like a casual voice, “Any word from Montgomery?”

  Whether he had actually sounded casual or not, the meaning behind the question wasn’t lost on his perceptive assistant. “He called a few minutes ago.”

  Julian sat up in his seat, carefully lowering his cup. “And?” he asked, his heart thudding.

  Trisha looked miserable as she said, “He says we should take a break for a few weeks. The search…well, the trail has gone cold, he says. And he thinks a few weeks to step back from the gathered material might help us regroup for our next step.”

  From Trisha’s worried expression, Julian could tell he had not done a good enough job in hiding his harsh disappointment. “Should I get him on the phone?” she asked.

  Julian paused a moment before shaking his head. “No,” he said slowly. After another pause, he said more definitively, “No. Montgomery’s right. The trail has gone cold and a small break might help us see some kind of missing piece we’ve overlooked.”

  Fuck the cold trail.

  He could feel his grip tightening around his cup. Julian consciously relaxed his hand s the porcelain wouldn’t shatter in his fist. What was the point of having a net worth exceeding billions when he couldn’t even find one missing person? What the hell was he paying Montgomery to do anyway?

  Maybe the trail is cold because the body’s not missing….Julian felt his heart hammer against his ribs. Stop, he told his brain. He didn’t want his thoughts to follow the next logical conclusion. But he could feel his inner devil already rushing to the surface of his mind.

  Maybe the trail is cold because the body is just as cold. A dead body leaves less of a trail than a live one.

  A flash of honey blonde hair and golden-green eyes flashed across his mind.

  Julian abruptly reached for the interview folders, startling Trisha. No, he would not dwell on such thoughts. He had been contemplating the idea of hiring more detectives but had held off, thinking too many chefs in the kitchen would botch the recipe of evidence or clues. But now, he could see he had no choice. He’d start making inquiries tonight for the best detectives money could hire.

  No, he couldn�
�t let the memories come to him yet. It was too early in the day. There was work to be done.

  “Thank you, Trisha,” he said, his cool voice sudden and abrupt. “Please notify me when the first candidate arrives.”

  But Trisha didn’t seem fazed by his mood change. She nodded and gathered some of the finished documents Julian had laid out for her on the edge of his desk. Knowing this was not a time to press him in anyway, she quietly left the office without another word.

  Julian sighed as his office doors closed behind her. Leaning back, he closed his eyes and let the coldness he had been battling consume him. He lowered his mental barriers and let that honey haired, golden-green eyed girl float into his empty heart.

  Three

  “You goddamn thieving little bitch!”

  Gloria screamed as she slapped her daughter across the face. It was clear Gloria held nothing back as she let her hand fly. The strength of the blow snapped her daughter’s head back, making a short burst of spit spew out of her mouth. Except it wasn’t just spit. Julian could see the tinge of red.

  Patrick Denton tried to hold back his second wife but Gloria was having none of it. “Don’t tell me how to raise my child, Patrick!” Gloria screamed hysterically as she threw another blow towards her daughter. But this time, thrown off balance by Patrick’s restraining arms, her hand only grazed across her daughter’s cheeks, leaving bright red scratches.

  “She’s my daughter too now!” Patrick said, desperately trying to raise his voice above her strangled cries. As he wrestled with the half-crazed, half-hysterical woman, he looked towards his sixteen-year-old son who was already crouched over his stepsister, gathering her into his arms.

  “Julian, take Karen upstairs, please,” he said as he wrapped his arms tightly around his wife’s middle. Gloria threw her head back and gave out a loud wail as if she had been the one who had been viciously struck and beaten.