My Unwanted Billionaire

I was frozen on my knees as I watched Mr. Jason continue to hold the belt in his hands. I could not believe what was about to happen to me. And here I was days ago saying he is all bark and no actions. I am starting to feel Mr. Jason read my mind that day and finally decided to show me what happens when I disobey him.

“I think a belt is too soon. I will just use my hand,” He says, throwing the belt across the room. I don’t know if I should be happy he threw the belt away when he still said he would use his hand. “Come closer,” He says again. I turn back to the door to try and force it open. “As I said before, that is useless. So come here,” He says, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the bed.

He makes me kneel in front of him as he sits down at the edge of the bed. He moves me to his side and takes me across his leg. I feel my dress lifted up as breeze touches my ass. Tears start to flow down as I feel his hand on my back, holding me down. He moves his hand to my waist and drops my underwear to the floor. I anticipate his hand about to hit my bum as he is about to spank me. I immediately start begging.

“Mr. Jason, please, I am sorry, please don’t do this. Please forgive me,” I beg with tears streaming down my face.

“Eleanor, for stopping me, your lashes have increased to 15 on each ass cheek. Also, make sure to count with me,” He says, causing my eyes to widen. I have never been hit in my life, but I am begging my own boss to not hit me. What has my life become?

“Please, sir, I will do anything; please don’t spank me” He ignores me, and I feel his hand on my bare ass.

He rubs a smoothening pattern on it before removing his hand again. I squeeze my eyes shut as I wait for the pain. It comes, making a big cry of pain escape my mouth, but something else follows. His hands linger, rubbing the spot he hit. He makes sure to massage it a little before taking his hand away. I suddenly feel something pooling between my legs as his hands continue to caress my ass. He takes his sweet time on my left ass cheek before moving to the right. I close my legs tight to avoid what is happening down there to be known by Mr. Jason.

“Eleanor, I said count with me,” He says, spanking me harder this time. He also does not massage the spot afterward.

“Sorry, Mr. Jason, two,” I say

“Not two, one. Anytime you stop counting, we start again” He spanks hard

“No, Mr. Jason, please don’t do that,” I beg with tears streaming down my face. The spanking is starting to hurt.

“Begging me will only make things worse for you, so just shut up and count,” He yells.

“Okay,” I say and try to keep my tears at bay, but I can’t.

The spanking continued, and I liked it at first, but every time I stopped counting, he had to start all over again, and there was only a little my bum could bear. By the time I was able to count to 15 for each ass cheek without stopping. I had cried a rainfall in his room, and my ass hurt like hell.

He removes me across his leg, and I wince as he does because it makes my ass come in contact with the floor. I don’t look at him as I use the bed as support to stand up. I cried so much it drained all my energy. I use the wall to support myself to walk to his room door. I wait for him to open the door so I can leave. With every step he took from the bed to the door, my body shook in fear of him not letting me go home after the torture I just faced. He unlocks the door, and I realize my worst fears might not come true after all. I am about to turn his doorknob and be free of him when he grabs my hand midway. The second his hands touch mine, I start crying again as I realize the torture is not over. I didn’t even know I had any more tears in me.

“Why are you crying? I just touched your hand?” He asks, confused. I look at him like he is mad because he knows I am crying from him, only touching my hand.

“Nothing, sir,” I say, between tears.

“I think you should stay here for the night.”

“Why,” I ask, shocked. Does this man want to kill me? Why does he want me to stay in his house?

“Do you want to explain to your uncle why you look like that?” Mr. Jason has seen Uncle Jack every time he dropped me off at home. I am sure he must have figured we live together.

So he knows what he did to me is wrong, and he still did it. It would have been fine if we were in a BDSM relationship. I know in BDSM relationships, the dominant spanking the submissive is expected, but we are not even in a relationship talk more of a BDSM relationship. He really crossed the line this time.

“I don’t want him to see me like this, but I can’t stay in your house” I can’t bear to be around him till morning. I would cry the whole night and wake up looking worse. What am I saying where ever I am, be it at home or at his house. I am going to cry the whole night, but I don’t want to stay here.

“I don’t think you have a choice. Let me take you to your room,” He says, pulling me with him out of his room.

“My Room, Mr. Jason, I am not staying in your house,” I say, standing my ground for the first time tonight. I try to wiggle my hand out of his, but he only tightens his grip.

“Why are you making it seem like I am a monster,” He says, and I hear a slight hint of hurt in his voice, but I think it’s my ears playing with me.

“You are really asking me that?” I say, rolling my eyes at him. He suddenly pulls me against him.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” He says, getting angry. You have got to be kidding me. Is he really trying to be angry right now? If anyone should be mad, it should be me.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

I take a deep breath and choose my following words correctly before I say them to Mr. Jason because if anything I have learned in the past few months is that I should always watch my words around him.

“I am sorry I did,” I say, mentally rolling my eyes this time.

“You have received enough punishment tonight, so I will let it slide. Now come with me,” He says, walking downstairs with me following.

He opens the first door by the right once we are downstairs.

“There are clothes in the closet and things for you to freshen up with in the bathroom. If you need anything, let me know.”

“Okay,” I say, walking into the room. The room looks nice; it has a queen-sized bed. The walls are painted white. Two white bedside tables with a reading lamp on one and a green plant on the other one. I walk over to the bed and sit down but quickly stand up once my ass hurts when it touches the bed.

I waited for a few minutes before executing the plan I made in my head as I walked downstairs with Mr. Jason. Once I feel the coast is clear, I gently open the room door. I make sure it does not creak to not alert Mr. Jason that I am walking out. I squeeze my body out the half-opened door. I winced every time my ass touched the door. I hold my shoes tight to my chest as I quietly walk to the elevator. I get to the elevator without Mr. Jason anywhere to be seen. I press the button and wait impatiently for the elevator to arrive.

I don’t want Mr. Jason to catch me as I escape. He really made it clear he does not want anyone to find out what happened and wants me to spend the night here. I can’t believe he really thinks if I wake up tomorrow morning and find myself in his house, I won’t burst out in tears as soon as the walls of his house remind me of what he did. The elevator finally arrives, and as I am stepping into the elevator, I hear his footstep before I even see him.

“Eleanor,” He says, running to me from upstairs.

I quickly press the button to take me down before he comes. I release a breath of relief as I watch him try to enter the elevator, but he fails as the door fully closes. Thank God, now I just have to make sure I find a cab before he takes the next elevator down.

I know he is right about it not being best to go home looking the way I do, but I would rather face Uncle Jack with my tear-stained face. I will cook up a lie to explain why I cried, but I am sure he won’t believe me, but it’s better than staying in his house one more second.