The Billionaire's Desires: A Billionaire BDSM Romance (Mercury Billionaires Book 4) Read online

  Maybe it was time I used my money and expanded my business. I was thinking of hiring some people just a while ago, after all. This was just confirming my own thoughts.

  “I can handle at least one more client on my own,” I then decided. “I’ll go solo for just one more. Whether it works out or not I’ll put in the dough and expand.”

  Little did I know my next client would be the one to change everything.

  3

  Natasha

  “How old did you say you were again?”

  I looked at the loan officer and repeated myself again, “I’m twenty-one. It was just my birthday two weeks ago.”

  He was a little bit on the old side, with a balding head and a beer belly. The man scrunched up his face, looked at my application again and then handed it back to me.

  “Look here, I really want to help you; I do. I think you’ve got a really nice idea that could be profitable. However, you’re young, you’re not even done with college and you’ve got no business experience.”

  Oh shit. He was going to reject my loan application. I did my best to distract him and maybe get him on my side. I leaned in a little closer and pressed my arms against my tits, hoping he’d see my cleavage more through the tight white shirt I had on. I then looked up at him with big puppy eyes and fluttered my eyelashes his way.

  “Cute,” he said when he noticed me trying to flirt with him. “I’m gay. The answer’s no.”

  So once again I got ‘no’ for an answer. This was the fourth bank agent I’ve been to ever since I got in the city and it was the fourth loan officer to turn my loan application down. I walked into this bank with a lot of optimism and had to walk out sulking and cold.

  At least I felt glad for wearing those skimpy shorts my mom gave me. It was blistering hot today and I’d probably had passed out if I was wearing anything thicker.

  I hung my head low and just sighed in sorrow as I walked over to the bus stop. The only person there was another girl, around my age, sitting on the bench. She was taller than me and had on a cute black leather outfit. She seemed kind of goth to me but I wasn’t so sure.

  Not wanting to bug her, I just sat down on the bench and waited for the bus to arrive. She didn’t even look up at me when I got near – she just stared at her phone as she continued to chat with someone online.

  Seeing her use her phone made me want one as well. I had one before but it was my mom’s and I had to give it back when I left home. Maybe if I had one I could apply for a loan online and at least chat with some of my friends. At least then I wouldn’t feel so depressed.

  Fifteen minutes passed by silently and the bus finally came. I got on, paid and took a seat in the middle. There weren’t a lot of passengers and I got to sit down alone. The goth girl sat all the way in the back and didn’t seem to care about anything else in the world except for the person she was chatting with. She just kept on typing away without a worry in the world.

  As the bus began to move I leaned back on my seat and began to ponder about my decision. Maybe it was the wrong idea to come here. Maybe I should have listened to my aunt and just finished studying at the community college. At least in a year or two I’d be done and could work as a nurse instead of waiting tables while hoping someone would grant me a business loan.

  I gazed out the bus window and watched as the buildings whirled by. I was starting to get a little hungry but when I checked my wallet I only had a few dollars left. I didn’t want to use my credit card again because that too was almost at its limit. The pain only grew worse when the bus drove by a large pizza place and a burger joint downtown. My mouth was watering and the empty feeling in my gut was getting cold and heavy.

  But then I saw a sign. At first it looked pretty small but the words still stood out to me. In yellow and red font it read “Phoenix Banking wants to make your dreams come true! We’ll handle all your loans, investments and banking needs.”

  Those words were like a gift from the heavens.

  I quickly got up from my seat, pressed the button to halt the vehicle and waved at the front of the bus. The bus driver saw me and gave a nod as he slowly parked to the side of the road. I ran up and out of the bus, giving the driver a smile before the doors shut and he drove away.

  “Phoenix Banking, huh?” I commented to myself. I looked across the street and saw a small office sandwiched between a Laundromat and a salon. I raised an eyebrow in suspicion but figured there was nothing else to lose at this point. With a shrug I carefully crossed the street.

  Fortunately the place was still open and there wasn’t a single other client in sight. I did see a woman sitting behind the desk and she greeted me with a dry glance.

  “Sit down, miss,” she instructed me as she continued to stare at my outfit. I sat down and watched as the lady picked up her landline phone, dialed an extension number and informed the person on the other end, “We got someone here. You want me to let her in?”

  There was a pause, she went “uh-huh” and “okay” and then ended the call. The lady then pointed to a hallway to her left, “Go ahead, lady. Just go down this hallway and enter the door to the far left. Mr. Phoenix will be waiting there for you.”

  I gave her a smile and walked down the hallway.

  4

  Marcus

  A big heavy stack of papers rested on my desk. It seemed remarkable to me that I just had to have the biggest load of work on a Friday afternoon. The only good thing was that once these were done I’d have a blank schedule for at least three weeks.

  Ring!

  I picked up the phone. It was Felicia and apparently we had a client out in the waiting area. Not only was it a female but a walk-in client too. I checked my watch – there was still a good thirty minutes before closing time – and told Felicia to go ahead and let the woman in.

  With the few minutes I had before the client walked in I brushed my hair, fixed my dress shirt and tossed my cup of soda into the trashcan. For a moment I tapped my fingers on the desk but then hurriedly pushed the stacks of paper away. Some of them I had to just drop behind me, leaning them against the wall. Now my desk was clean and ready.

  The door opened. An angel walked in. By God was she freaking beautiful. The woman – no, girl – had shiny, long blonde hair and stood around five-feet and two-inches or so but even then she had these nice, slender long legs. At least they looked that way because of her high heel pump sneakers and the extremely short denim shorts she had on. The girl had gigantic tits and they were even more noticeable with her tight white shirt and no bra. Oh yeah, I could see that. Her nipples pressed so hard against the fabric it was like she was begging for men to ogle at her.

  However, it was her eyes that really got me. They were bright blue and as deep as the oceans. There was a peculiar glow in them that made them shine like no other I had ever seen in my life. They went well with her cute pink lips and milky white skin.

  “Come in,” I told her when I saw she was just standing at the door. I then gestured at the chair by my desk and said, “I’m Marcus. Take a seat.”

  She sat down and bit down on her lip. Looking at her like that was starting to get me horny. I wanted to slam her against the table, rip her clothes off and fuck her raw. The girl then pushed a folder my way.

  “H-hi,” she greeted but she kept her gaze down, never looking at me in the eye. “I’m Natasha Benning. I just want to get a business loan and start my business but none of the banks I’ve been to have granted me one. They all say I have a good business proposal but they still decline my application.”

  It took me no longer than a minute to see why they’d reject her offers. She was below twenty-five, she didn’t have a college degree and she wasn’t a business professional. She had no formal business training, no managing experience to speak of and no collateral other than her car.

  I then skimmed through her proposal. She did have an impressive idea at hand – she aimed to launch an online system that helped customers pick a tattoo and then she’d be the arti
st to apply it. That meant she had skill. She did have a certificate proving she studied tattooing as a vocational course and she did undertake the required licensure examinations and health inspections. She had all that going for her.

  Still, she was a risk and it was no surprise all those banks denied her. Lenders like us require cash flow to support repayment of the loan.

  “What would you do if you really can’t get a loan?” I asked her.

  Natasha looked up at me briefly and then hurriedly looked back down, staring at her shoes as she answered, “I might just go back home, finish community college and find a job some where.”

  Seeing such a gorgeous bombshell withering away in a community college and waiting tables would be a waste. She was young, gorgeous and had a certain shyness in her that really tugged at me. She’d make a beautiful slave if I could have her.

  “Then I better make sure we get the money,” I told her with a deep and commanding voice.

  I couldn’t grant her a business loan with my own bank. Although the amount she needed was ignorable, she didn’t have enough credit scores, and I had my own principles and rules when it comes to business and those could never be broken. I did want to help her, though. I quickly thought about other options I had. There was another funding option – get a personal loan with private institutional or individual lenders.

  I pulled my little notebook out of my coat pocket and glimpsed at all the businessmen and women I could talk to. Maybe some of them could finance this little venture. “I’ll set up a meeting with possible lenders and then I’ll contact you regarding where we stand. Sign this form, leave your number and address, and I’ll call you.”

  Natasha did so quickly, obediently, and looked back at me with a bright but nervous smile. It was addicting to witness and I had to look down when I noticed I had been staring perhaps a little too long at her.

  She then stood up and reached out with her hand. I promptly shook it and watched as she turned around and walked out of the office. I stood there still, mesmerized by her presence, and soaked in her fragrance left behind. She smelled like lilacs in the rain.

  I was freaking hard. If I could I would bang the living shit out of that girl. I’d tie her down, whip her until her ass got swelling red and then fuck her until she screamed for more. I wanted to take that cute little lady and fill her up with my cum and make her swallow like an obedient bitch.

  Oh well. I had other things to do right now. If I wanted the chance to talk to her again I’d have to help her out with her request.

  Quickly I sat back down and started dialing numbers to organize that meeting.

  5

  Natasha

  I couldn’t believe he agreed to help me. The whole time I was on the bus heading home I couldn’t help but think about the opportunities laid out in front of me. Should he prove successful then the rest would be smooth sailing for the rest of the year. I could setup the tattoo shop, introduce the new innovations I had in mind and then eventually hire one other tattoo artist to help me out.

  Even though I was alone I couldn’t help but hum a few tunes during the ride. It was hard to hold in the joy and excitement bursting from within. I was giddy and I just couldn’t wait for Marcus to call me back and give me the good news. I was sure he would be able to find a way to finance my proposal. He was a famous banker and financial advisor after all.

  Yet he didn’t look like one.

  Now that I really thought about it, he looked more like a super model. He had those really big muscles and deep eyes that melted me in a way no man had ever done before.

  He was really hot.

  I looked around the bus and saw some good-looking men in there, but none of them had the same commanding presence and masculinity that Marcus had. He was the epitome of manliness, all the way from the way he looked at me and the way he would flex before handing me papers to sign.

  I couldn’t help but giggle when I realized I was slightly turned on by him. He really was handsome after all and he had the body of a football quarterback. When I shut my eyes I could already imagine just how built his muscles would look underneath his business attire. If he were to hold me I’d look like a petite little toy compared to his monstrous body. I’d be a tiny girl to his barbarian.

  Around fifteen more minutes passed and I was finally back home in my snug little apartment. Not wanting to wait, I tossed my things to the side and picked up my phone. I dialed and in a few moments my mom picked up on the other end.

  “Hello?” she asked.

  “Hi mom,” I greeted her. I couldn’t hold in the excitement any longer and said, “Guess what?”

  “What?” even though I couldn’t see her I could picture her smiling and rolling her eyes.

  I kept the phone on and walked over to the couch. I snuggled up to a pillow and continued on, “I met this really handsome banker and he promised he’d help me get a business loan. I was like on the edge of giving up and everything but then I saw his office and decided to just go in. You know, like what the heck was I going to lose by trying?”

  My mom got ecstatic about the news, “Really? Oh my, that’s so good! So, tell me all about this banker guy. How hot is he, sweetcake?”

  I rolled my eyes and giggled, “Mom! I got a chance of opening my dream business and all you got out all of that was the bit about a hot guy?”

  “What can I say? I’m just so happy that my lovely daughter finally meets a steamy hot hunk.”

  I laughed. My mom was never one to shy away from a good-looking man. Maybe it kept her happy and that was why she still looked so young. She was gorgeous for a woman her age.

  “Well, he’s around forty or something, has blonde hair and blue eyes,” I described Marcus to her. “He’s also really big and muscular. I don’t know, he’s got this look like a football player or a lumberjack, you know? Not really that of a banker or pencil-pusher.”

  She shrieked at that, “Oh my, God! Honey, you shouldn’t just be settling a loan with him – you ought to be dropping your panties and dating him!”

  “Mom!” I felt a little embarrassed about my mom talking to me that way but deep inside I did feel like she was right. I did indeed find Marcus really attractive.

  “Okay, he is hot but I can’t just flirt with my banker like that.”

  Of course, my mom didn’t see things that way.

  She simply told me, “Why not? You’re young and beautiful. You can flirt with anyone you like, sweetie.”

  I hummed in amusement and just told her, “Well, I got to prepare some documents and stuff, mom. I’ll call you back when I get an update from the banker, okay? It won’t take long. I might get to go back to his office tomorrow afternoon or the day after.”

  “What else do you need to prepare?” she asked.

  “Well, if he gets some people I can borrow money from, I need to present my business proposal and show them how and when I can pay them back,” I explained. “I need to read up on how to do all that.”

  Fortunately my mom understood I was busy and how excited I was. She ended the call and agreed to wait for my update in the next few days.

  Beaming with excitement, I headed to the room where I turned on my laptop and got to work.

  6

  Marcus

  “Come on, when have I ever failed you?” I asked the person on the phone.

  “Mr. Phoenix, we at Valiant Marketing Incorporated appreciate all of the help you’ve done for us,” answered the lady on the other end. “I just can’t see this working for us. You’ve got a promising prospect here but the girl has no business experience or training.”

  I clenched my hand into a fist and tried to reason out, “Come on, Claire, you’re missing the point. She’s a talented tattoo artist and the market is prime for her to take.”

  She didn’t let go of her stand on the matter and said, “I’m sorry, but we can’t take that risk. Thank you, Mr. Phoenix. Good luck.”

  As soon as she ended the call I slammed the phone down and growl
ed in disgust and disappointment. That was the eighth person I called today and it was the eighth person who declined from giving Natasha Benning the loan she needed for her business.

  The meeting I held was also a disaster. I was thinking about how poorly it went when Felicia buzzed me and notified me that Natasha was in the waiting area. I looked up at the wall clock and realized it was already a little past four o’clock in the afternoon.

  I hit the buzzer and told Felicia to let her in. As I waited, I opened my desk drawer and pulled out a contract I had made earlier. If all else failed, this would be my final trump card. To be completely honest, I was hoping I’d get to use this contract.

  When she walked in, I couldn’t help but feel my cock get hard. She was wearing a very light, cropped white tank top that fully revealed her navel and her cleavage. Not only that, but her shorts were so tight and cropped as well that they could have been denim panties. The best thing was how they showcased her beautiful legs. She was a petite little girl but her legs were so smooth and delicious to look at.

  It was such a struggle to not grab my junk and masturbate right then and there.

  I cleared my throat and gestured for her to sit on the other side of my desk. As she did I shook her hand and said, “Well, good afternoon, Ms. Benning.”

  “Good day, Mr. Phoenix,” she greeted and I shuddered to hear her ever-so-seductive voice. “How did the meeting go?”

  I felt a heavy metal ball sink in my chest as I was forced to explain, “It was a disaster. No one came. Not a single soul was interested and I was all alone in that conference room. When I called them back and asked why they didn’t come, they all said they like your proposal but didn’t feel confident to lend money to you.”

  Natasha’s glowing smile and energetic mood instantly died. I saw her slump back on the chair and even in that quick moment I could see the welling of tears in her eyes. She then asked, “But why? I thought you were the best banker in the country?”