The Billionaire's Whispers Of Pleasure

Chapter 7

I hesitate before I slowly search for a porn website. Before long, moans fill the room, but I stop it immediately and scroll through various porn videos before I select another one. Playing it, I click fast forward before the girl starts moaning as she spreads her legs and the man thrusts deep into her. I study what the girl does and how she acts, but it all feels fake and planned out. I heave a sigh before removing the website from my search history. I slump my back on the bed, phone in my hand as I think again. I roll on my side before I go to that website again, focus as I look for something that feels genuine and doesn't look staged.

Later, moans from a video echo the four corners of my room, and I can feel the temperature inside the room rise as my hand begins to wander inside my shorts. I close my eyes and imagine the man kneeling at the edge of my bed as his tongue plays with my s*x. Curling my toes, I slip a finger inside my s*x before I imagine being in control of the situation: the man lying on the bed, watching me as I unzip his pants, his eyes heavy with lust.

I lower my mouth and stick my tongue out and lick the outline of his d**k against the fabric of his boxers before I sit on it and caress his bare chest and strong biceps with my hands down to his sculpted abs. I bite the inside of my lower lip as I hold back a moan, however my eyes snap open when a knock pulls me back to reality. The moans coming from my phone still echo in the room. A knock coming from the living room sounds again. The door to my room is open, that's why I can hear the knock.

I quickly turn off my phone and make sure that I don't look like what I just did: I brush my hair and adjust my shorts before I make my way toward the living room and look at the peephole to see who it is. It's a man wearing a business suit. I wrinkle my forehead and clear my throat before I open the door with a smile on my face.

“Hey, can I help you with something?”

The man flashes me a smile before asking, “Are you Ms. Valeria Morgan?”

I furrow my brows. My name is Valeria, but I'm not a Morgan.

“I am Valeria, but not a Morgan.”

The man looks at the letter he's holding, looking confused as well, before his face lights up. He looks up to me and says, “Oh, yeah. I apologize. It's Morris. So, are you Valeria Morris?”

“Mmm, y-yes. I am,” I say, sounding unsure.

“How can I help you?” I ask, still unable to process what this is about.

Smiling, he announces, “You'll have to come with me.”

“I'm not sure what's going on. Why do I have to come with you?” The man doesn't look like he wants to do something bad to me, but I'm not sure I can just go somewhere with a stranger, clueless of what's going on. At least I need to know where we are going and why I would have to go with him.

“Well, I'm not allowed to tell you, but trust me, Ms. Morris. You will love what you will see.”

I flash him a smile and say, “I don't think that's how it works.”

I look over my shoulder when I hear my phone ring in my room. “I'm sorry, you have to leave already. I'm closing the door.”

The man doesn't say anything as I close the door and head for my room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I reach for my phone to see Nail calling. I have a feeling that this is all about the man at the door.

“Val, I'm sure you met Mr. Edward already. You might be confused about what's going on, but you will have to go with him. It's Mr. Ro... the man's order.”

“What do you mean?”

“Just go with him. You will know what's going on. Don't worry, nothing is going to happen to you,” Nail assures me before ending the call. I trust Nail. Maybe. I go back to the living room and open the door. The man must have known that I would open the door again.

“I'll just take a quick shower. Please come in.”

“No, I'll just wait for you outside. Please hurry.”

Later, I rub my thumb over the back of my hand as the man, or Mr. Edward drives us to wherever we're going. The car is luxurious, something that I could never touch before, let alone ride in one. I'm fidgeting; fortunately, the lilac smell of the car helps relax my thoughts and calm my nerves. The driver has been silent the entire time, and he never once looks at me in the rearview mirror. While I keep glancing at him in the rearview mirror to see if there are any changes in his expression that will indicate that I'm in danger, however, his expression has been the same.

A moment later, I realize we've been on the road for almost an hour already and we haven't arrived at our destination: it seems we're crossing another state. More minutes later, I doze off, and when I wake up, we're entering what seems like a villa: there are a lot of cars parked everywhere, and people are dressed in business suits and expensive dresses, and they're wearing masks. There seems to be a mask party going on.

A man dressed in black smiles at us and gestures for us to go inside the villa. Where are we? What are we doing here?

“We've arrived, Miss Morris.”

“You will be escorted to a room. Someone will help you change your clothes. You will have to wear a mask, too, all the time,” Mr. Edward, announces. I swallow as I take in the surroundings. I suddenly feel so little of myself. The struggle I had to endure while these people have everything. I can't help but compare myself to them.

The car stops and a woman who seems to have been waiting for our arrival steps forward and opens the door for me. The woman wears a red dress and her hair is tied to a bun. She looks my age. A man who looks a bit older is at her side: he is donned with a business suit just like what Mr. Edward wore.

“Good afternoon, Miss Morris. I will be sending you to a room. Someone is waiting for you there.”

I just nod. I'm still processing everything. I put on the mask Mr. Edward handed me earlier, and I'm conscious of what I'm wearing as I follow the woman. Some throw a glance in our direction and raise a brow when they see what I'm wearing. Mr. Edward did not tell me at all that we were going to a place like this. I could have at least worn something that would not elicit a stare. I just wore pants and a crop top. We pass by a huge pool and not long after, we arrive at an elevator. Does Mr. Roc, whatever Nail calls him, own this Villa? Nail Always forgets and calls him Mr. Roc or something before he realizes I'm not supposed to know his identity. I know that man is rich, but I didn't know he was this rich.

We step inside. The elevator is transparent so everyone can see us going up. Soon, we step out. There are three huge hallways. We turn left and walk a few more steps before the woman stops at a room.

The woman turns to me, flashes me a small smile before saying, “You may enter.”

She opens the door for me before she leaves. I look back at her leaving figure before reluctantly walking in.

“Come in, dear.” I almost jump at the voice. The room is big and there's a floor-to-ceiling glass window. I make my way to the woman who's eyeing me up and down.

“The party is about to start. Put this on first.” She hands me the navy blue gown and when I hesitate, she raises her eyebrow. This is not in the contract I signed. I didn't know that part of the contract would be me needing to attend an elegant party. I thought Mr. Roc would just want me to pleasure him. Now, he wants me to attend a party, and he's not even here.

“Master is in the other room. As soon as you change into this gown, he will come in here, and you both will come down together. Do not say a word while you're with him: no questions. Just go wherever he goes,” the woman informs me, seemingly reading my mind.

“Come on, quickly change into this. I still have to fix your hair. Remove your mask for a while.”

I take off the mask before I pull my crop top over my head and slip out of my pants, leaving only my white underwear. The woman swiftly helps me put on the gown. She takes me to a huge mirror after she zips up the gown from behind, and I look like a different person. The woman seems satisfied as well at what she sees.

“Now, let's fix your hair. We only have fifteen minutes left before the party will start.”

She takes me to a chair and I let her do my hair. When she's done, she exclaims, clasping her hands, “Fabulous!”

She takes me again to the mirror and I'm not exaggerating but I look like a completely different person. My hair is done so beautifully that I look like I'm wearing a crown, and with my gown I feel like a queen or a princess.

“No wonder.” I hear the woman utter, and I don’t know what she means by that.

“Put the mask on. Just stay here. I'll be calling my Master now.”

She gets out. I suddenly feel my heart in my throat as I wait for someone to enter the room. A minute later, my hands clasped in front of me, I watch as the door opens before a man in black suit walks in.