Bonus – The Billionaire’s Friends – Tiff and Samuel – Eight
Bonus – The Billionaire’s Friends – Tiff and Samuel – Eight
Samuel’s POV
I hated leaving her, but I had a really important meeting this morning. We were up all night as I couldn’t get enough of my sweet little pretty one. By the time we slept, Red was exhausted. So, I am in the shower, regretfully washing off the smell of sex and Red. I wish she were here with me, but I don’t have the heart to wake her up. When my alarm went off this morning, she didn’t even flinch.
Peter is a fucking idiot for leaving her, but I’m certainly glad he did. Every inch of her was made for me. Last night, I think I touched, licked, or kissed every inch of her, too. I don’t think Peter ever worshipped her like the goddess she is. Well, fuck you, Peter, she’s mine now, and she will never settle for less than what I can give her, and right now I’m willing to give her everything, including my soul.
I hopped out of the shower, heading to my closet. I chuckled to myself, remembering how she ripped the buttons off my shirt. I wasn’t expecting her to do that; she seemed so timid. Maybe she’s not so vanilla and can be taught. My dick goes hard thinking of her being my submissive. It would be the best of both worlds. The question is, would she really go for it? If I bring it up, would I be risking losing the vanilla sex with her? God. Vanilla sex is not very vanilla with her. I could do it forever.
After I get dressed, I head out into the bedroom, and my little Red is still passed out. I’ll let her sleep and text her.
When I arrive at the office, Samira is sitting in my office with a shit eating grin on her face.
“Samuel,” she drawled out. “Who is she?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Samira,” I responded.
“Don’t give me that bullshit. You are NEVER late,” she smirked. “Spill the beans.”
I walked over and closed my door. “Not a word to anyone, especially Nathan,” I stated.
“You know my lips are better than Fort Knox, Samuel,” Samira replied.
“Amelie’s best friend, Tiff,” I admitted.
“Holy Shit!” Samira exclaimed. “Is she a redhead?”
“Yes,” I admitted.
“I knew it!” She said, smiling. “Well, I hope you have more late days.” Samira stood up and walked to the door. “Shall I send her flowers?”
“She’s still lying in my bed right now,” I revealed.
“You sly dog!” Samira said, then disappeared out of my door.
I pulled up my security cameras in the house and saw that Tiff was still sleeping. Fuck. I so don’t want to be at work today. I glanced at the time, quickly texted Tiff, and headed to the boardroom.
Tiff’s POV
I woke up to sunlight streaming through the window. Why is it so bright? I reached over to look at my phone. NOON? Holy crap, I slept in. I rolled over and saw that Samuel’s side of the bed was empty. I sighed. I had the best sleep ever when we finally called it quits on sexy time. Samuel was insatiable. I think he finally tapped out because of me. I’m sure he could have gone for at least two or three more rounds.
I picked up my phone to see that Samuel had sent me a message.
Samuel: My little Red, unfortunately, I had a meeting this morning that I couldn’t switch. I wish I could have stayed in bed with you all day. I had some clothes and underwear delivered to the house this morning. Mrs. Svenson put them in the second bedroom down the hall so that you wouldn’t be disturbed. Mrs. Svenson also put lunch in the fridge for you. I can’t wait to hold you again, Red.
I held my phone to my chest. He thought of everything. I could get used to this kind of treatment. I texted him back.
Tiff: Thank you for an amazing night.
Samuel: She’s alive! I was afraid I had damaged you. Lol
Tiff: No, I’m alive. Although I might be walking bow-legged. Tee hee
Samuel: You’re welcome
Tiff: Proud of yourself?
Samuel: Extremely. To the point that I want to do it again tonight.
Tiff: Sorry, I’m busy
Samuel: Don’t be.
Tiff: I have stuff to do for the wedding and Amelie.
Samuel: Then come over after.
Tiff: Are you always this pushy?
Samuel: Yes
Tiff: Great…
Samuel: It is, isn’t it?
Tiff: I was being sarcastic.
Samuel: I’m serious.
Tiff: And I’m going to take a shower.
Samuel: Video call?
Tiff: No! Pervert!
Samuel: Only for you.
Tiff: Bye, Samuel.
Samuel: Laters, Red.
Samuel is incorrigible. I laughed to myself. I hopped out of bed and grabbed the robe on the bathroom door. I should grab the clothes from the second bedroom before my shower.
I head out of the primary suite and down the hallway. Shoot, he didn’t say whether the bedroom was on the right or the left. I opened the first door on the right, which led to a bathroom. I cross the hall to the door on the left. I opened the door, and my jaw dropped. A BDSM dungeon!
“What in the actual fuck?” I blurted out.
I should just back out and leave, but I can’t believe Samuel has one in his house. What does he do in here? Well, obviously, I know WHAT, but to what extent? I turn the light on and look around. The room is decorated in black and red, with an almost Victorian feel to the décor. A large four-poster bed sits against one of the walls. Underneath it is a cage, and a scrolled bench is at the end of it. Whips, chains, floggers, paddles, ropes, and restraints line the wall. Leashes, blindfolds, and gags are on the other wall. I’m not opening the drawers that line the third wall; I don’t even want to know what’s in there. In front of the drawers is a cross, a bench, and what looks like a throne. In one corner is a small black desk with a fancy armchair. What catches my eye is the only thing in the room that’s white — a neatly stacked pile of paper on the desk. I walk over and pick it up.
“Submissive contract?” I read.
The stack is thick; it must be at least 20 pages long. I flip through it. OH MY GOD! I think as I flip through the contract. Does Samuel want to do these things to me?
“I knew things were too good to be true,” I whimpered.
I kept flipping the pages; some of the things listed are horrifying. I ran out of the room with the contract in hand. Screw the clothes, screw the shower… I’m getting out of here. I ran back to the primary suite and searched for my bra, panties, and dress. I find them neatly stacked on the bench at the end of the bed. I quickly dressed, scurried down the stairs, and ran out the front door, still gripping the contract in my hand.