The Billionaire's Secrets

Chapter 24 Visit to Fantasy Island

Storm's pov

I was so weak I couldn't even stand. Finally regaining somewhat some composure, I tell James in a raspy voice to please take me to my room. How pathetic!.I call Enrique and tell him to call Demetri. Tell him, I said that I'm coming, he'll know what it means and with that said I go into my bathroom and take a bath. I quickly dress up and put on make up to try and cover up my red eyes and puffy cheeks. Enrique brings me soup and I manage to hold down a few spoons.  Let us go, I say to him with a blank expression.

When we get in the car, I give him the address and fire instructions. Jones should hold the fort until I'm back. I'm not sure how long I'll be with Demetri thus unless it's an emergency, he may call you and you can call Demetri. Do not tell anyone where I am. You may wait for me unless otherwise instructed by Demetri. Also I need you to go check things out at the office and make sure all is as it's supposed to be. You may come in if you like but I warn you now, what you see must be kept to yourself. You will not interrupt me and Demetri no matter what you see.

 The car comes to a stop and I walk out. Demetri is by the entrance. He gathers me in his arms bringing his head closer to my ear whispering softly and seductively, sending shivers down my spine "are you ready?"  With a twisted smile yet there's something else in his expression, I can't place. Yes Master I say with a small voice and brace myself for what I'm about to feel staring with a blank expression on and standing stoically. "Very well then my slave" he says with a resigned tone.

He's surprised. I haven't been to him in a while. And Demetri knows me well enough to see through the makeup. He leads me out into the hall room where BDSM clients engage in public sex. He strips me quickly and begins dominating me. "slave you will look on the floor unless I tell you to look at me. Is that understood?" yes master. "good slave" and he pats me on the back. I walk up the familiar steps and come to a stop in front of the large wooden crucifix against a cold metallic pole. "Turn around" and I follow. I see a volume of feet begin to occupy the floor space beneath the steps.

He orders Harry and Steve to get the things. I know the drill already so I just wait. "slave, move back until your back is against the wooden plank" I do as I'm told and he takes my hands and legs tying them to the crucifix and tightening the chains. I keep a straight face. "Look up" he says to me authoritively. I stare straight ahead and once again he comes to me and whispers in my ear "Are you sure Hunter?" with uncertainty in his voice. Without blinking, I respond yes master with an impassive expression. He realises that I wasn't changing my mind. Soon Harry and Steve returned with what he asked them to get. I look and see there's a mouth gag, whip, cane, mask and a robe.

"Slave you have been a very bad girl and for that you will get punished." He takes the mouth gag and secures it in my mouth. I was kind of glad for it that way if I needed, I could bite down on it. He takes the mask and places it over my face so only my eyes and mouth could be seen. He takes the whip in one hand and the cane in the other hand and stands in front of me. Without warning I feel the whip and cane hit my body simultaneously and he screams "count slave. Count your lashings." One, I say. Two. Three. Four. Five and I continue on staring impassively forward at the crowd now gathered. I recognise Enrique's face and his distorted expression but look through him. All I can think about are the memories and pain I felt with the whole trip. How pathetic and worthless I was. I deserved every lash. Who was I bluffing? Nobody could love me. Nobody would ever be able to love me. I wasn't worthy of love. I didn't deserve it. I was a pathetic, useless, worthless, used, damaged, detestable excuse of a whore that deserved to die!

 

Demetri's pov

 Oh how I missed Storm so much! Not because I was her dominant but also she was dear to me as a friend and meant the world to me. She had trained to be a dominant under me. Yet from time to time she would come to me not for me to cater to her sexual needs but rather to be punished. I tried asking her out but she never gave in. I admired her and took what she gave me. It broke my heart when she'd come to me like this. She would have me beat her not for pleasure but pain. Pure, stinging, hot, red, raw pain. I didn't want to but it was either I do it or she would get someone else to and I didn't want anyone else to touch or see her so vulnerable.

Yes the pain helped her gain control and clarity but I hated what it did to her. Knowing that she wanted this-this pain, was the only time you would see her vulnerability. The only time she allowed it to be seen. When she came to me tonight after such a long time, I knew something major happened to have gotten her that way. The look in her eyes was one I'd never forget. It was already 100 lashes. 50 more to go...I wanted to stop when I saw how empty her eyes had become.

Sweat dripped down her body and blood red lashes marred her beautiful body. I removed the gag from her mouth. "Slave! Why are you here?" I ask demanding an answer whilst I continue with her whipping and caning. Because I have been bad master, she says in a small voice. I'm sorry master. I am unworthy. I don't deserve love or to be loved. I cannot be loved, she said even softer. That moment made me want to drop everything and embrace her and tell her otherwise. But I knew I couldn't let weakness overtake me. "Continue counting til 150 slave!"

By the time she counted 150, her body had become blood red with thick lashes on both her sides like vines wrapping around and meeting one another at the middle. I looked into the crowd and watched some of the guys jerk off to Storm's pain. Bastards! I see that her chauffeur has left and in that moment when I return my gaze to Storm, I see her eyes closing and tears silently rolling down her cheeks onto her neck without protest. I quickly untie her and wrap her in a robe, carrying her bridal style to a room. Taking a wet cloth dipped in savlon, I begin to wipe her abrasions from the whipping and caning. She didn't even wince or flinch but stared stoically into space without another word. I knew I had to send her home. So picking her up again, I headed out to her car.

I reached the car and tapped the driver's window. He came out and I placed Storm as gently as possible in his arms. I took one last look at her and I couldn't help but feel scared at what stared back at me and I was never one to be easily scared. Shivers ran down my body as I watched her lifeless body being placed on the back seat and a blanket covering her and the car soon drove out of sight...