The Butler (The Billionairess, #2)

Chapter 1: Private Suite

I could feel the ground rocking beneath me. And with two heavy luggage bags in each of my hands, it was easy to rock side to side.

The rocky ship didn't seem to faze Rose. She somehow managed to walk perfectly unfettered in her sleek, black stilettos. The perfect, knife sharp heels that emphasized the swerve and sway of her hips as she walked, the heels I'd more than once kissed and licked.

There was a lurch, and this time I stumbled against the wall. Rose glanced over her shoulder at me, and chuckled.

"Careful, pet" she said. "Those are three grand price bags, I wouldn't want a scratch."

"Pardon me, mistress" I said. "It's just...you distract me sometimes."

She giggled with her mouth closed. I stared at the blood-red smirk of her lips, the pale gold curls of her hair. I was itching for us to get to our suite, to find out what she planned to do to me there.

"If it offers you anymore motivation" she said, turning around and tapping the suitcase in my left hand. "There is new lingerie in there."

She looked at me with those pale blue eyes, her marble breast puffing cleavage from her black sundress. I knew what she was doing. Her words read help but she was only trying to make me weaker in the knees, watch me stumble and squirm. God, I loved her.

She turned, and opened a door to the left. I followed her inside, into an expansive private suite I knew only a billionaire could afford. Everything was monochrome, white leather furniture, inkblot paintings, black granite counters, a piano, and shining glass. It was all so sleek and clean.

"We'll put all our things in the bedroom" she said. "We have reservations at the Silver Lounge downstairs. Lovely Italian place."

"Yes, mistress" I said.

I followed her into the bedroom area. I could tell the space was custom designed just for the two of us. The walls and bedspread were red, silk and satin mingled together. But most of all, I noticed the hooks on the bedpost, and my blood surged. She'd built us our own little Playroom, like the one back at her penthouse. Our own little mobile Eden.

I dropped our bags by the wardrobe, then opened it to start unpacking. As I folded our clothes and hung them on hangers, I could feel Rose watching me. The hair on my neck stood up, like they were raising to meet her, reaching like infants reaching for their mother. I knew she was sitting on the edge of the bed, her perfect legs crossed, and she was watching me. Watching my ass, thinking of all the things she wanted to do to it. It made me feel uneasy, and I loved it.

I came to the last item at the bottom of her bag. Silk black panties connected to stockings by garters, and a bra with an impressive cup size.

"They're new" she said. I gasp as her fingers pinched my ass. I glanced over my shoulder and she was leaning forward from the bed to do it. Her cleavage beckoned me, and she was smirking with those bloody lips.

I gulped, and tried to remain calm as I put the lingerie away in the draw. As soon as I closed it, I heard her clear her throat. My body shook as I slowly turned to face her. She was exactly as I had pictured her. She sat on the end of the bed, legs perfectly crossed.

She lifted a hand, and motioned with one finger for me to come closer. Her pointed red nail was like a knife to my throat. It was like a string was attached from my chest to her finger, and I was pulled helplessly towards her.

I dropped to my knees in front of her. She lopped her fingers in my collar, and pulled me closer. Her lips were inches from mine, tempting and teasing me with their hellish redness.

"You've been a good boy the whole way here" she said. "Carrying my bags all way from our apartment."

Hearing her say "our apartment" made me giddy. We'd been living together for close to a year, I had forgotten how I was ever happy living under a roof without her.