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  Sadistic Billionaire (The Collection)

  Scarlett Fate

  Published by Scarlett Fate, 2014.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  SADISTIC BILLIONAIRE (THE COLLECTION)

  First edition. December 24, 2014.

  Copyright © 2014 Scarlett Fate.

  Written by Scarlett Fate.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Hard At Work

  Hard At Play

  Hard To Stay

  Other Titles by the Author

  Hard At Work

  Annie stood in front of the office door and waited. She didn't know what she was waiting for exactly.

  This was a stupid idea, anyway. Why would a successful man like Troy Ripley hire a simple country girl like her? He was a billionaire after all. But she really needed this job so she knocked on the door.

  "Enter!" She heard a man's voice from the other side that made her jump a little. She composed herself and straightened out the skirt and blouse she had bought with her last savings. Everyone said that Troy Ripley liked a woman who looked good, and this was the only way poor Annie could think of accomplishing such a lofty goal.

  She was a simple girl, and all she wanted to do was please Mr. Ripley so that she could finally be able to pay her bills, and so she wouldn't have to go back home.

  She entered his office and saw that he was busy on the phone. He was shouting obscenities to the person on the other end.

  Annie took a seat and waited. And waited. It seemed that this conversation was going to go on forever. Troy Ripley ignored her, of course, and she thought more than a few times of just getting up and leaving. But since this was her last chance before doing something really drastic. she decided to see it through to the bitter end.

  Finally, with a deafening sound, he hung up the phone. Then he smiled up at her, and it was now that she noticed what a beautiful smile he had. And those icy blue eyes of his, coupled with his short dark hair and those cheekbones: basically, he was a perfect man. Annie blushed when she realized this successful and very good-looking man was paying attention to her.

  "Umm, I'm here for the assistant position," she handed him her resume, hoping that none of the sweat from her nervous hands transferred to the pristine white sheet of paper she typed her resume on.

  He looked it over without much interest and put it down. "Annie," he said. "I can call you Annie, can't I?"

  "Of course, sir. Whatever you prefer."

  "Good," he said and smiled wide.

  Annie waited for more but there didn't seem to be anything left. "So...do I get the job or not?"

  "Of course you do," he said. "You seem like a responsible person. Just take the desk up front and you can start right now. Answer phones; remind me of appointments, that sort of thing. The outgoing assistant will show you the ropes."

  Annie couldn't believe it was so easy. But just as she was about to exit the room she turned around, and saw the mischievous look on Mr. Ripley's face.

  She wondered what exactly he was thinking right now, and what she had gotten herself into.

  Jessica, the outgoing assistant, who was gorgeous and well dressed, showed Annie the ropes.

  "And by the way," Jessica said just before she left for good, "watch out for Troy. He can be quite the devil. One moment you'll be the center of his world, the next he'll give you a nice severance package and send you on your way."

  "But you don't seem to be bitter?" Annie asked, confused as to why a woman who had just lost her job would be so friendly and helpful to her.

  "Honey, Troy is more than any woman can handle. I thought I could, and God knows I loved trying, but at the end of the day he's just too intense. Good luck!"

  And with that Jessica was gone, never to be seen again.

  Annie sat at her desk and went about doing her secretarial duties, all the while in the back of her mind thinking about Jessica's words. She remembered Mr. Ripley’s mischievous smile and shuddered. What had that man been thinking?

  She hoped she never had to find out.

  The job was a bore but it kept her busy. Troy Ripley expected the best from his employees, and the best she was going to give him.

  One day a beautiful tall blonde woman, the exact opposite of Annie, came in without an appointment.

  "He'll be glad to see me, dear," the woman said when Annie informed her that she could not see Mr. Ripley without an appointment.

  She called his phone just as the woman instructed her and not soon after that told the woman the coast was clear.

  A couple of minutes after that Annie heard strange noises coming from Mr. Ripley's office. It sounded like someone was hurt, so she hurried to his door. She opened it wide and was shocked at the sight she saw.

  The blonde woman was on the desk, and on top of her was Mr. Ripley, his pants and down to his knees. He was pounding away, showing off his perfect ass.

  "Oh god, Troy, you’re so big!" The blonde woman moaned as Troy continued to bang her.

  Annie gasped in shock and horror and offered apologies, but not before Mr. Ripley turned around and saw her. He did not stop his thrusting movements, he just gave her a smile and said, "Annie, make sure to close the door on your way out."

  Close the door Annie did and ran for the restroom. Suddenly she was feeling hot and nauseous, and there was something else. Her center had awakened, and she felt the desire within her grow.

  For a terrible moment she wished she was the woman beneath Mr. Ripley's godly form. She wished she was the one with his...manhood deep inside her. Annie turned red just thinking the thoughts. She splashed some cold water on her face and went back to her desk.

  She tried to ignore the moans of pleasure coming from Mr. Ripley's office, but her center betrayed her.

  The blonde woman had left earlier as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

  "Have a nice day, Annie," the woman had said as she made her leave and Annie was at a loss for words.

  When Mr. Ripley retired for the day, he came over to Annie’s desk and leaned in close.

  "About what you saw..." he started to say but Annie cut him off.

  "None of my business, sir. It'll never happen again," she said quickly.

  Mr. Ripley smiled, which only made it worse. That smile stoked the fire burning within her. "I don't except it will, but don't be a stranger," he said and winked at her.

  What the hell did that mean? Annie thought to herself as she prepared to go home. Was Mr. Ripley coming on to her, or was she just imagining things?

  Either way, she needed no such complications in her life. Jessica was right: Troy Ripley was trouble, and if there was one thing Annie had known how to do, it was how to stay out of it.

  "You have to come, it's mandatory," Mr. Ripley was telling Annie once again.

  "But, sir, I have nothing to wear and..."

  "Mindy! Come over here," the bossman yelled and pretty soon a petite woman, who Annie knew as the one in charge of meals and other assorted tasks, came to her desk.

  "Annie needs something to wear to my annual shindig. You know the drill, take her shopping and put everything on this card," Troy handed a fancy looking card to Mindy.

  Annie thought about taking a stand, but she needed this job. It was just a stupid party anyway. She'd come, have a drink or two, and then go back to her small apartment probably hating Mr. Ripley even more. She was sure he probably had a castle or something.

  It wasn't a castle exactly, but it was close enough. It was huge and Annie couldn't really believe one man needed that much space. Perhaps it was
just a gesture of his wealth? Or maybe of his inflated ego?

  Annie shook these thoughts away as she nervously made her way to the entrance. A tuxedo wearing guy took her invitation and allowed her to enter.

  The inside of the huge mansion was even more impressive than the outside.

  Annie drank champagne, walked around admiring the beautiful house decorated with beautiful art and antiques, and made polite conversation with some of her co-workers.

  Pretty soon she grew bored, and Mr. Ripley hadn't even said a word to her yet. She tried not to pay any attention to him during the evening, but it was getting hard. It seemed that he was talking to everyone but her!

  Once she saw him talking with that beautiful tall blonde that had came to his office, Annie had had enough. She turned around and followed a random path out of the main party and just observed the paintings on the walls as she sipped her glass of champagne. She wasn't really a fan of the drink, but since it was loved by all the wealthy people, she decided to give it her best shot.

  Time slipped from her, and then she heard voices. Troy and the blonde, it sounded like. She hid behind a huge statute and observed the pair.

  "C'mon, baby, it won't take long, I promise," Troy was saying to the blonde, but she seemed to be having none of it.

  "I'm sorry, Troy, but I've had enough. I'm not into that stuff! I told you when we met. I'm a very vanilla girl, as you always say."

  Troy pushed the blonde against the wall and kissed her passionately. In seconds, he had his hands up her skirt.

  "Mmm," the blonde moaned. "Someone might walk in on us!"

  "That's the whole point, babe," Troy said as he took of her tiny panties.

  In no time, his pants were at his ankles and his bare, right ass was visible to Annie once again.

  "God, Troy, you're so intense!" The blonde said, but she didn't stop him from spreading her legs and positioning himself in the middle.

  Annie heard a gasp and thought it was her for a second, but it was the blonde. Annie covered her mouth just in case and looked on in shock as Troy thrust himself deep inside the blonde. His started thrusting slowly, but soon his thrusts became faster and faster. Annie couldn't believe what she was seeing: Mr. Ripley was banging this woman right out in the open where anyone could walk in on them!

  Annie felt herself blush fiercely and wished she'd never even come to this stupid party.

  "Oh, yeah, baby, you love my big cock, don't you?" Troy grunted as he fucked the blonde faster and harder.

  "Oh, God, Troy, fuck that pussy!" The blonde almost screamed as she held on to Troy's tight ass.

  Moans and grunts followed and lots of embarrassment for Annie. Once the pair were finished, she breathed a sigh of relief.

  The blonde scurried off as soon as she put her panties back on.

  Annie looked on in shock as Troy turned around and slowly put his pants back on. He wore no underwear, and what Annie glimpsed she could barely think was real. He was so big! How could have the blonde taken it all in?

  Troy had a satisfied look on his face, but it also bore a hint of anger. Because the blonde had refused something he wanted her to do? If the woman was willing to have sex with the billionaire in public, then what was she refusing? What else could Mr. Ripley have wanted from her?

  In all the excitement, Annie forgot about her champagne glass completely, and just as Troy passed her, it slipped from her fingers.

  Stunned, she stood frozen in place as the delicate glass shattered into a million pieces. Thankfully, there was not much liquid left inside.

  Troy turned around like an animal on the hunt, and saw her almost instantly.

  "Well, well, well. What do we have here? A Peeping Jane, perhaps?" He said and grinned wide.

  Annie couldn’t move, couldn't stop staring at the man in front of her. Her boss, who had just caught her spying on him having sex! And the worst of it all was that she was horny!

  "You like what you saw, Annie? Wanna see some more? Perhaps feel some more," Mr. Ripley said as he grabbed his crotch and the huge python that was in there.

  Annie gasped in shock. "Sir, this is completely inappropriate. I'm going to leave now!"

  Troy grabbed her arm and pulled her back towards him.

  He came in really close, so close in fact she could feel his...bulge...rubbing up against her.

  "Are you sure you want to leave so early?" He said in that deep manly voice that sent shivers of pleasure down her spine.

  Annie blushed harder but she did not pull away. She tried to form words but no sound came out.

  "I thoughts so," Troy said and smiled mischievously. He was so good-looking it was criminal, but the fact that he was also filthy rich was just wrong. Annie felt her center burn with desire. She wanted Troy so bad right now it hurt, but she knew she could never go through with it. Once he learned her terrible secret, she was sure he'd reject her outright. A man like Troy knew what he wanted, and Annie was pretty sure that wasn't a Plain Jane like her.

  "Follow me, Annie," he said as he turned to go. "If you dare," he added after walking some distance, without turning around.

  Annie couldn’t believe this was happening. Why would Troy Ripley be interested in her?

  She thought about turning away and never thinking about this night again, and everything in her brain told her to do just that. But her body wouldn't listen. It acted of its own accord, and even though she was so nervous she could barely walk, she followed Troy anyway.

  Troy didn't look back. He was so confident that Annie would follow that it made her want to turn around right there and then, but she'd already started following him, so what would be the point of that?

  It seemed Troy was taking her deeper and deeper into the house until he came to a door. He took a small key from a chain on his neck and unlocked the door. Annie stood close behind him and already started cursing her body for taking her here.

  It was dark, but Annie could make out that there were stairs leading down. Why would Mr. Ripley want to show her his basement?

  What if he was some sort of psycho killer?

  "After you, milady," Troy said and extended his hand.

  Annie stepped forward and stood at the precipice of what looked to be an abyss. For a second she wondered if the man behind her would push her to her death, but that was crazy.

  She just walked on down the stairs, and he followed her swiftly. He locked the door behind them and put the key back on the chain. It was held there by some sort of magnet.

  Once Annie reached the bottom of the staircase, she gasped in shock.

  The sight before her was like something out of a nightmare, and it was much worse than she thought.

  A deep red color permeated every surface, but that wasn't the horrific part. The horrific part was all the tools and implements displayed around the room: chains, handcuffs, whips, various leather contraptions Annie couldn't even feign to think the use for.

  She felt Troy standing behind her, and suddenly his presence was too much for her. It was as if some sick god looked over her shoulder. She felt him come closer. She felt his breath on her neck.

  "You like what you see, Annie?" he whispered in her ear as he put his big manly hands on her waist.

  Annie flinched away and stumbled out of his grasp. In her hurry to get away, she didn’t pay much attention to where she was actually going. She slipped and fell on a soft mattress in the middle of the room. It too was covered in a deep red material.

  Troy Ripley towered over her and smiled with those thick, kissable lips, and looked right through her with his piercing blue eyes.

  He started to unbutton his pants. "I was going to try some foreplay first, but I see you're eager to get to the main course," he said and smiled that perfect smile.

  "God no," Annie blurted out without thinking. "I don't want anything to do with this...whatever sick, twisted, thing this room represents."

  She got up quickly from the soft cushions and immediately felt the urge to take a long hot sho
wer. Just the thought of all the women he'd brought here to...do things with...was making her sick.

  Troy buttoned his pants again. "Make up your goddamn mind, woman. Either you want me or not. You can't have it both ways."

  "I don't! I never said I did!" Annie said quickly and backed away towards the general direction of the exit. Then she remembered where the key was. Around Troy's neck. And what a lovely neck it was...

  Snap out of it, Annie told herself. This is wrong on so many levels.

  "Your lips say no, but your whole body says yes. Not to mention you really enjoyed watching me fuck Sarah. Not once, but twice!" Troy came in closer and was so close to her it was unbearable. He was an inch from touching her, and then he just stopped. Why couldn't he come just a little closer...?

  Annie felt the desire within her grow, and she could no longer lie to herself or to Troy.

  She closed the distance between them and put her arms around his perfect form. It felt so good to have his hardness against her softness. She breathed in his manly smell and convulsed in pleasure when she felt his dick hardening.

  "I've wanted you since the first moment I saw you, Mr. Ripley!" She suddenly said without thinking.

  "Call me Troy, Annie," he said as he went in for a kiss.

  She let him kiss her and returned his kiss hungrily. He tasted so goddamn good it was criminal. He was the most perfect man alive, and he was kissing her. Why her?

  Annie pulled away. "This is wrong. You're my boss. We can't do this," she said in quick succession as she tried to escape his all too pleasurable embrace.

  "Remember, Annie: I'm the boss. I make the goddamn rules, and right now I want to fuck your hard. Is that alright with your or not?"

  The intensity of his voice and look, and the utter boldness of his words floored her. Annie had never been spoken to like this before.

  "I've got something to tell you Mr...sorry, Troy."