Hunt Towers, New York…
Morgan waited in the outer office. He hated when he had to meet with his dad. No matter what he’d accomplished, it would never be enough for Hunt Senior. He rolled his eyes. He hoped this would not be about a certain subject or he would walk right out. It better be about business. He paused. Well, he hadn’t done much of that lately. Still, why should he? The deals for the year had been made and Helix was the final one and it has been put into place with Chance running it.
He bristled again at the thought of Chance sharing dinner with Ellie. Then his irritation turned to worry again. He had tried to call her and there’d been no answer. He had texted her. He wanted her to know he would be a day late getting home. She usually answered.
He sighed.
“Mr. Hunt?”
He looked up to see his father’s secretary.
“He will see you now.” She smiled.
Well, he dammed well better be. Morgan had waited a half hour. Nine prompt, my ass. None of his interior thoughts showed on his face however, as he gave her a polite smile and went through the door.
His father’s chair was swung toward the huge window.
Stepping forward, he sat in the expensive leather chair across from the rather large and also very expensive mahogany desk. He knew his father was well aware of his presence. He just liked to play power games and Morgan had grown used to it. Same for making him wait earlier.
After several more minutes, the high back chair finally swung around and his father looked at him. The man looked just like Morgan only older with gray sprinkled at his temples.
Morgan always felt relieved about one good thing about the man. He knew he would still look good at 60.
“Son.” Hunt Senior nodded his head.
“Dad.” Morgan did the same.
“I thought it was about time we spoke. It has been what? Six months?”
Morgan nodded. Not long enough for him, but whatever. No. he didn't hate his father or anything like that. He just knew he would not ever know him. He was enigmatic, a mystery. Never showed emotion except anger and disappointment if that was an emotion. He hardly ever spoke to Morgan like a real dad. Morgan spent his early years confused by this. Afterward, when he became an adult, he blew it off.
He now waited for the real reason he was here.
“I have seen all the acquisitions this year.”
Morgan simply nodded. Hell, yeah you did. 105 billion dollars worth. But I'll bet it isn’t dammed well good enough.
“Very impressive,” his father spoke quietly.
Morgan’s head sung up. “What?”
His father shook his head. “You heard it the first time.”
A compliment? No. Couldn’t be. There has to be a catch.
“So, I feel it is time for the merger we have spoken of.”
Yes and there it is.
“Well?” his father asked.
“Well what, sir?”
“Have you pursued the merger?”
Morgan kept his emotions and expression in check. “Not had the time, as you can see, CEO business took preference.” Good answer. But you know it is futile.
“Yes. I understand but the merger needs to be assured.”
Morgan sighed inwardly as he would not show any cards. “I'll contact…” He stood up, and changed his mind suddenly about just going along to end the subject for now, as he wanted to nip this in the bud and not lie or procrastinate. “Actually, sir. I won’t be contacting them at all.” There, he’d said it.
His father held still and studied him. “I realize you have a current dalliance, but surely—?”
“Dalliance?” Morgan shook his head. “You mean Ellie White?”
His father nodded.
Morgan glared at him. “You have had her looked into, I suppose.” It was a statement not a question.
“Of course. She is from the slums and you don't seem to care.”
“I don’t.”
His father now glared at him. “Do you really think she is of the right—?”
Morgan stepped forward. “My choice in a lover, wife or girlfriend is my business.” He seethed and forgot all his emotionless guile.
“You’re a Hunt and you will marry high in the ranks!”
Morgan sighed. “I have accomplished what you wanted and 5 times over, in fact. It has to be enough.”
His father gave him a steely eyed gaze.
Morgan met it with the nearly same pair of steel gray eyes, and nodded his head in a respectful way as he was supposed to. “So, if you will excuse me, sir.” Again, he wasn’t asking a question as he turned and walked out.
“Dammit!” he swore when he punched the button on the elevator with a strong finger. First, there was the silly crap with Daphne, next came Chance and his antics and now this! He stepped into the elevator and whipped out his phone to check…nothing from Ellie. Morgan gritted his teeth. “She acts sort of afraid? Or nervous.” He remembered Chance’s exact words. What the fuck was happening?
Philadelphia…
Hillborn watched Ellie from just above the rim of his glasses and he felt his cock twitch. Would he have been wrong to interpret her choice of clothes as anything less than provocative and suggestive? That skirt barely covered her voluptuous ass and it had a slit in it that went straight up her thigh. And that blouse she wore had to be at least two sizes too small for her, but she pulled it off and even left the first several buttons unbuttoned, for his viewing pleasure. Even her choice of footwear conveyed a very promiscuous vibe. Would he be wrong to interpret all of this as anything less than a sign from her indicating that she was interested? To come to class wearing this outfit spoke volumes.
After all, she may deny it all she liked, but psychologically and biologically speaking, she was obviously looking for something. He felt certain that he could be the very thing that she craved. And now he’d make her see that he was. He shrugged and divested her of the sexy clothes. He had already chosen her attire for their interlude this evening.
The room was fully lit when Ellie came to and she saw Hillborn standing, still fully clothed, in the center of a platform. She felt funny as if her body was stretched and she slowly gazed up to see chains that hung from the beams in the ceiling. The chains were attached to her wrists!
He stood silently as if waiting for her to fully realize the situation.
Ellie gazed from her hanging arms down to her body, she wore leather straps, they barely covered her nipples and her pussy. That was all she had on. What kind of get up was she wearing? She wasn’t worried that she was practically naked. It wasn’t like he hadn’t already seen her in a most intimate way. What worried her more was the revulsion of him touching her, which she knew was inevitable, and the fact that she had no idea what to expect beyond that.
Hillborn’s eyes widened as he stared at her body when she fully stood up, awake now. His lips curled into a most lascivious smile. He finally approached her. “Ellie, you're delectable.”
As good as she was at accepting her fate, as she’d always done in her life, she still struggled to hide her disgust towards Hillborn, so she looked away.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him pull an object from his pants pocket. Ellie turned for a better look and saw that it was a ball gag. “You have got to be kidding,” she muttered. Fear pulsed through her body now. He’d stripped her, dressed her in leather bits and…was there something in her anus? Oh, god. He’s inserted a butt plug!
“Not at all,” he replied, and proceeded to put ball gag on Ellie. “I am very serious about this and have been for some time now.”
She turned her head back and forth but was too weak to give him much of a fight. What did he drug me with?
“I won’t tolerate any objections, so better to silence them.” He took a step back to admire her when he was done.
Ellie did her best to show him how much she disliked the ball gag, but decided that it was better than a variety of other things that he could decide to put in her mouth.
With Ellie silenced and restrained, Hillborn was free to do to her, as he liked. The thought terrified her. Now, she couldn’t do anything. She thrashed around a bit.
Hillborn watched her with glee. “Yes, exactly right.” His first act was to carefully remove the thin little leather bands that covered Ellie’s nipples.
She realized if she struggled it just seemed to get him hot, so she slumped her body. She would not give him the satisfaction. She just wanted to get this over with now. But he looked as if he intended to draw this whole assault out slowly. All of this was out of her hands, though, so she just waited and watched.
Hillborn combed a forked hand through his hair and paced around Ellie, seemingly not knowing what to do.
Ellie wiggled in place as she felt her anus contract and compress around the small butt plug. God, how could this man have done this?
He stood in front of her once more and patiently took her in from head to toe. “Oh, how I’ve waited for this,” he said with a smile and took a step closer.
Ellie’s breath caught and she involuntarily backed away from him, despite her resolve to just let this go and not fight him.
Hillborn, ignoring her struggle, simply took another step towards her, and came up behind her, surprising her with his hands on her skin.
Ellie jumped, but soon felt Hillborn press his body into her back.
“Oh, Ellie,” he breathed into her ear.
This isn’t happening, she thought and closed her eyes, but that only allowed her to fantasize about what was happening to her even more. She immediately pictured Morgan behind her. The fingers on her skin were his. Her body loosened up a bit. Soon, she felt Morgan’s tongue on her shoulder, then on her neck.
She dared not open her eyes now, not brave enough yet to see who was really pressing against her. She hung her head back, instead, inadvertently giving her assailant full access.
“Yes,” said Hillborn, interrupting Ellie’s fantasy. “You’re as delicious as I imagined. No wonder that buffoon wants to fuck you all the time.”
Not willing enough to ignore the insult, Ellie pulled away from him as best as she could.
Hillborn simply reached behind her and pulled her close. “Don’t like to hear your precious Morgan insulted, huh? Yet, you’re here with me now.”
Ellie screamed which only came out like muffled sounds from behind the gag. Now, she realized fully what was going to happen. Hillborn grabbed a handful of her long, silky hair and pulled her head back, forcing her in a very uncomfortable position because her hands were still chained to the ceiling.
“Tut, tut, Ms. White. Mind you play nicely with me or all of your hard work will be for naught.” Holding her in that awkward position, Hillborn reached down with his free hand and tore away the tiny piece of leather that snapped on over the leather straps in between her thighs, exposing her.
She sucked in a deep breath as she felt his hand inch its way along her thigh.
“You didn’t think that just because you're a submissive, that this would be easy, did you?”
Submissive? How did he know this? Only Morgan had said that about her nature. How long had this man been stalking her? Oh, god. What all has he done in this supposed obsession he claims I caused?
“That would be a huge mistake, Ms. White, because I fully intend to do things to you that you might not have imagined me capable of.”
Ellie couldn’t believe that this was actually happening.
That was the key—that things were happening to her. If she was going to get through this, she had to dump any feelings of responsibility about her predicament. At least for now. She’d carefully reanalyze this whole thing later.
“I want your pussy nice and juicy when I taste it, Ms. White. So I am going to stimulate you for a long while.”
All she could do was could pretend that this was Morgan. After all, he had her in straps just the day before. She needed to relive that in her mind for as long as she could.
“Oh, Ellie.” He hooked a chain that hung from the ceiling to a metal ring on the strap around her thigh. He did the same to the other leg and pulled another chain that seemed to manipulate all of the chains that bound her and her legs lifted off of the platform as they were raised. “If you could only see the beast you bring out in me,” he said as he approached Ellie once she hung from the ceiling with her legs spread wide open.
Holy shit! Morgan had said almost the same thing to her! Had this man seen that too, in the weight room? She closed her eyes. This is Morgan, keep your eyes shut, Ellie and picture only him.