Bought By The Billionaire - BDSM 18 novel Chapter 56

“I need a… an Imagineer. I need…”

My Master’s words are cut off as the breeze blusters, carrying spray into the air, to paint my face and lips with salt. While we’ve been talking, lost in each other, the sky has darkened. The sea roils, shading from blue-green to green-brown.

A wave rides in, dark with silt, flecked with foam, carrying seaweed and tiny fingernail-sized clam shells, dumping it on the sand, then sweeping much of it away as the water retreats.

He casts an eye upward. “Time to head back, I think, my Love. There’s a storm on its way.”

As if to prove his point, the wind picks up again, chilly now, lifting my hair in a kind of red halo around me. “I think you’re right, Master...” I aim a finger out to sea and a grey blur moving in on us. “… In fact, it’s all but arrived.”

Turning sharp about, we step smartly, keeping half an eye on the advancing weather front. But the wind whips around us, and as I turn to see how close it is, there, behind us, a grey line advances on us from the sea, the falling rain obscuring everything beyond.

“Run!” yells my Master, gripping my hand and towing me behind him.

Hand-in-hand, laughing and breathless, we dash for the beach house. But with a hundred yards to go, from behind, the thunder of lashing water grows louder, closer, then the squall overtakes us.

Pelting rain beats down on our heads, soaks straight through my clothes and within seconds, I've gone from sweaty and overheated to soaked-through and chilling.

Racing over the terrace, we burst into the rear hallway. Water streams through my hair, down my face and puddles on the tiles. My footsteps squelch.

My Master is no better. “Just as well I turned on the hot tub before we went out,” he grins. “We'll soak the heat back into ourselves.”

“Great idea.” Kicking off my shoes, I strip off sopping jeans and socks, pullover and the tee-shirt underneath, dumping them by the door.

“Back in a minute.” He squelches toward the kitchen. “Coffee or wine?”

“Don't mind. Whichever you prefer.”

Naked and still dripping my way to the wet room, I’m met by warm steam and a bubbling tub. Tipping in from a variety of bottles, vanilla, orange oil and apple add their magic to the steam and I'm already up to the neck in foam and bubbles when my Master joins me with a bottle and glasses.

As he lowers himself into the water, his eyes crease. “I did consider having you here and now, but you and I have a prior engagement for this evening.”

How can I not smile? “So, we do, Master. So, we do.”

He pours the wine, passes me a glass then settles back to face me. “Elizabeth, you say you want to help. Thank you. I appreciate that...” He sips at the wine, smacks his lips then briefly inspects the label on the bottle. “I’ll order another case of this… Elizabeth, I was thinking, and this is…” He raises a finger… “… just a suggestion…”

“After this week I'll be back to work and normal life. You…” He levels the finger at me… “You need to finish your training period with the company, but that was almost completed anyway. In the normal way of events, you would have been assigned to some appropriate department and pursued your career in the usual way…”

Where’s this leading?

“So…?”

“So… if we were to do that it might be difficult for all concerned. Anywhere you were placed, the departmental head would likely feel awkward about having to exercise authority over the CEO’s wife. If ever there were any kind of dispute, there could be accusations of nepotism and favouritism. Ill-feeling all-round.”

“Yes, there could. What's your suggestion, Master?”

He tastes the wine again, rolling it around his mouth, then, “That we don't do it that way at all. I'd like to give you a separate role. One that makes use of your skills, especially your eye for detail.”

“Go on.”

“We can start by following up on your own idea, about the satellite stations for the police…” He smiles slightly at my indrawn breath… “You take on the project of establishing the requirements, the whereabouts, the permissions involved and so on. Talk to Will Stanton. I’ll introduce you properly first. Find out where he wants officers stationed. What facilities they need. Visit possible sites. You can start with land and buildings I own, but don’t let that blinker your judgment. See what else might be available. And whatever seems suitable, you can run the costings. And when we have something feasible put together, we present it to the mayor.” He raises palms. “Everyone wins.”

My mouth hangs open. “And all that becomes my project?”

“Yes, it's necessary work. You'll make all kinds of connections in the process, and you'll do it on your own terms, not just as my hanger-on.” He finishes his wine, then refills the glass. “So, what do you think?”

“It sounds… perfect.”

“Good. And if it works out, if you enjoy the work, later on, we can talk about other projects. With everything that's in the pipeline, there'll be plenty.” He eyes my glass. “Are you going to drink any of that?”

Belatedly, I realise I’ve not touched my own wine. My mind spinning, I sip a little.

“Drink more than that, Elizabeth.” His lips twitch. “You’re going to need it.” My face heats more than the water and steam can account for. “Yes,” he continues. “A light meal, I think, then we retire upstairs.”

*****

Fed, fully dressed and perhaps a little muzzy from the wine, I follow my Master to the bedroom, then hover, waiting for his instructions.

Humour skipping around his mouth, he glances up at a cross-beam of the four-poster. "Standing by your choice?”

Pussy hums and quivers. “Yes, Master.”