Chapter 5

THE BILLIONAIRE’S FERTILE SUBMISSIVE

As my private jet landed on the small airstrip, I looked at all the warmth, the green of the land. This time of year, New York seemed ashen and grey, and compared to this tropical paradise, it might as well have been in black and white. Everything was vibrant and lush, the blue of the sky so bright, the water along the horizon a beautiful sea foam teal.

I’d changed for the flight into a more comfortable outfit, discarding my usual suit and ties and instead opting for plain cotton pants and a half unbuttoned linen shirt. Sunglasses hid my eyes, my brown hair left a bit shaggier and wilder than its usual style.

I was ready to relax for the first time in months. No meetings. No calls. No visits with Presidents and Prime Ministers from around the world, no expectations placed upon me at all.

Stepping from the plane, I looked around with a sense of excitement and vigor I hadn’t had since my much younger days, and there was an extra pep in my step as I made my way towards the classic car that awaited me.

Gleaming and a brilliant blue to match the sky, I took a second to appreciate it before I saw her.

My prized package, all wrapped up in a gauzy dress, looking at me expectantly. She wasn’t a local — it didn’t make me feel powerful to have a poor woman with few options serve me. No, she’d been shipped in as well, an import from home. I’d ordered her as others ordered movies.

Blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, her fit and firm body porcelain coloured.

I couldn’t help but smile. The agency had delivered me the perfect woman, and as she made her way over to me, she seemed so small and delicate. Her head tilted and those full lips parted as she waited my first order.

Well, that wasn’t true. My first order had been that she wasn’t to speak unless spoken to, and she was fulfilling that wonderfully.

Pretty and demure, that lovely young woman walked up to sheepishly press against my side, as if she were longing to be my latest adornment. Such perfect white teeth in that smile, such a bright excited glimmer in her eyes. She was mine for the trip, but she didn’t look unhappy to be. Perhaps she was pleased to find out her keeper for the trip was handsome and fit, rather than the stereotype of what guy requires her services.

Who could blame her for that bit of relief?

I patted her on the head and motioned towards the car.

“Get into the backseat,” I instructed slowly, as if talking to a child. She was legal, of course. I only dealt with reputable companies, after all, and ensured that there’d be no public fallout should they get wind of my excursion. But who can blame me for wanting to treat the little beauty like that?

I turned my back on her, trusting her to do as I’d instructed as I looked to my guard and right hand man. Elliot had been with me almost since the start, and I trusted him with everything. He was already getting my suitcases, ready to load them into the trunk, but I still watched him as my pet lifted her near see-through dress and climbed into the back seat.

Those long, shapely legs of hers were ivory coloured and so beautiful. The kind that just made you want to kiss them, rub your hands along them, all before feeling them wrap about your waist and cling to you.

She slipped in deep to the center of the back seat, adjusting her blonde hair as she waited for me, leaving that slender stalk of a neck exposed facing me.

Elliot finished packing the trunk as I stood quietly watching, just letting her stew in anticipation, to see what she’d do and how she responded to pressure.

But she had the patience of an angel, and I couldn’t help but smile as I saw her sparkling blue eyes look at me.

I moved to the back seat with her, the hard seat against my back and ass as I looked to her.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Angela,” she said without pause, but what was most remarkable was just how beautiful that voice was. ‘Voice of an angel’ didn’t do her justice, and it made me regret having silenced her for as long as I did.

She was the whole package, a body that belonged on the cover of magazines and billboards, a voice that should be singing before a crowd. The grace of a lady far her senior in years and social standing. Her every little move so dainty and meticulous as she crossed her legs and let her hands rest over her knee.

“Well, Angel,” I said, taking ownership of that name and rebranding her. “I think you’re going to have a wonderful vacation.” My hand went to her thin, toned thigh, resting atop it and squeezing as Elliot went into the front seat and started us on our journey.

With the windows down, it blew her blond hair away from her perfect cheekbones, the little button nose that made her look so youthful.

She leaned in against me, slender arms coiling about my own as she pressed her surprisingly ample bust to my bicep. She was the full package, and as she gazed up at me with such sparkling eyes, I could see down that dress to the sight of such ample, pale breasts on display.

“I know we will, Sir,” she said with such reverence and respect in each word.

I was only a man, and I couldn’t control the way I began to swell at those sweet words, at the press of her body to mine. I leaned back, trying to look more relaxed, when all I could think about was getting to the hotel and ravishing her.

She wasn’t just any companion, after all. She was chosen for my tastes, and I throbbed again just thinking about it.

Thinking about making her mine.

It was an old colonial style building, settled amongst the trees and overlooking the ocean. Beautiful sand and water spread out before us, the cities and towns hidden by the lush foliage. The sea air blew in, and it was as if all my worries simply melted away. Especially with beautiful Angel still shimmying into me, needy for approval that I never truly gave.

Elliot opened my door, and I held out my hand to help Angel out as I looked upon the great hotel. It could easily house a couple dozen families, but it was far more exclusive than that, and only a few cars were parked nearby.

I strode towards the building with the same slow, measured gait of the locals, taking my time to enjoy the warm sun on my skin and the breeze in my hair.