Owned by the Billionaire CEO

THE BLACK ROOM

Amy's face flushed red with embarrassment at Thomas's command.

But just as she reached for the button, he stopped her.

“Wait, go take a bath first. I don't do dirty girls,” he said.

Amy bit her lower lip. She didn't like the way he threw orders at her. But she knew better than to protest.

Besides, she could really use a moment alone to herself.

Well over 30 minutes later, Amy stepped out of the bathroom and back into the room.

There was no Thomas Walton. She heaved a sigh of relief but spotted something on the bed that wasn't there before.

It was a full lingerie set; pink silk material for the robe, soft to the touch. And matching pink lace bra and panty.

Amy remembered seeing this particular set of lingerie in Victoria's Secret magazine, one of the most expensive ones in their Lingerie Catalog.

Was this her new life of wealth now?

She slipped on the luxurious fabric, satisfied with how well it complimented her figure.

A knock at the door.

Ohh, so he had some iota of etiquette and decency to knock, she wondered.

She got to the door and was about to open it, but the thought of Thomas Walton seeing her in this lingerie made her shudder.

She hurriedly changed back into her clothes and opened the door.

Amy was shocked to see a young man dressed in black and white instead.

Wow, a house servant.

“Mr Walton summons you downstairs for dinner, Ma'am,” he bowed his head slightly with a small smile.

His warm demeanor melted any form of stubbornness she normally would have put up.

She nodded solemnly and followed him downstairs.

The grandeur and magnificence of the house threw her into a silent awe.

Glass and gold chandeliers adorned the high ceiling, expensive-looking art masterpieces graced the wall.

And for the whole 4 minutes it took to get to the dining area from her room, more servants dressed in black and white were spotted scurrying to and fro, doing some work or another.

Finally, they got to the table.

And she saw him, in a blue casual t-shirt, ignoring the full buffet before him and staring at her like a prey.

She was so thankful she wasn't in that lingerie.

But Thomas Walton had other plans for her. He fixed his gaze on her and spoke.

“Everyone's dismissed, Sharlene. To the outer quarters. I'm not to be disturbed unless I summon attention,” he said to the elderly lady standing just behind him.

She rang a bell and made a motion with her hand which only the servants seemed to understand. She was most likely the chief housekeeper, Amy reasoned.

One by one, they stopped their activities and the whole big mansion was devoid of anyone else besides Thomas and Amy.

Thomas' dreadful glare was piercing through her the whole time.

Finally, he spoke.

“why didn't you wear the lingerie?”

“It wasn't…it's not mine. I don't own it,” Amy replied, knowing how flimsy her excuse was.

Thomas Walton's face formed a slight frown. “You didn't answer my question earlier; on a scale of 1 to 10, how dumb are you?”

At this point, Amy had had enough of his bullying.

“Stop calling me dumb because I'm not, okay?!

I know you placed it there, I'm not stupid.

"Maybe I'm just not eager to wear the pink silk lingerie for a psycho CEO who kidnaps and takes advantage of a girl who desperately wants to save her dying sist…”

The remaining sentence died in her throat as Thomas Walton stood up abruptly, launching the dining chair back with so much force.

He got to her in a single long stride, his fists clenched beside him, teeth gritting in rage.

Amy was silent now, her eyes fixed across the room away from him, her anger somewhat defeated but not totally subsided.

Silence.

She braced herself for whatever might come next.

But it was his dangerously low steely-edged voice she heard.

“Go upstairs. You have 10 minutes to change into that piece and be back.”

She reluctantly turned away, retracing her way to the room, a smug, satisfied smile on her face.

It felt good to annoy him.

**********

She descended the stairs, well aware of Thomas's eyes following her every step.

She was a sight to behold, like the epitome of soft seduction.

On a good day, Thomas would have smirked and maybe even smiled at her, but he was still displeased with her mindless outburst.

He was Thomas Walton. And he would do whatever he wants with whoever he wants, at any time he wants, without any of his ‘properties’ reprimanding him for it.

Because that's what Thomas Walton does.

Both the owner and the owned sat and ate in silence.

The chiming of the grand clock in the living room and the sounds of cutlery on plates were all that could be heard.

Amy thought of Debby and Mia. She wondered how much time had passed since she was abducted.

“I need my phone, there are people who would be worried about me,” Amy started.

“Messages have been sent to whoever they may be. No one is worried about you.”

Realization dawned on Amy. Both Mia and Debby had received a text from her phone giving a reason for her absence.

She dropped the cutlery. “I'm not eating any more of this until I get my phone and hear my sister's voice.”

“You'll get your phone when I want you to get it. Eat up, you'll need the energy for what's coming soon.”

“My sister is in the hospital recovering and I have to know her state,” her voice was gradually rising.

Ever since her parents and brother died, Amy had never taken her sister's welfare with levity. Debby was the only family she had left, and it was her duty as her elder sister to care for her.

“I have someone watching over her, she is fine,” Thomas's voice was flat, cold and low.

Amy banged hard on the dining table, her pitch rose “I don't trust you or your creepy spies, I need to speak w…”

Thomas burned with rage as he strode to Amy and picked her up from her seat like a bag of feathers.

His hand wrapped around her neck before she should realize it.

Amy grasped at his arms, struggling to get free but to no avail.

“You will come to me whenever I order you to, wear what I want you to wear, never raise your voice at me and accept whatever I tell you. Because that's what I want you to do!”

“Do you understand?” He never raised his voice the whole while, but Amy burst into tears, her lips quivering in terror.

She nodded her head, hoping he'd release her at that moment.

Thankfully, he unwrapped his hand from her slender neck and caught the sash of her robe to prevent her falling while she gasped for air.

Ignoring her body-wracking sobs, Thomas regarded her with a hardened expression for a moment.

“I would have left you for today to rest, but you have provoked me. Follow me.”

He grabbed her by the arm and started heading upstairs.

Amy thought they were going back to her room, but she was wrong.

He took a different turn, and another turn.

They stopped at the last door on that passageway, and he took out a gray card, swiping it on the lock of the door.

There was a beeping sound followed by a click.

He opened the door and stepped inside, still holding her arm behind him.

As they got in, Amy's eyes widened and her breath hitched.

The first thing that stood out to her brain: BLACK ROOM.

Her gaze swept through this black room, falling on black leather restraints, ball gags, crops, belts, whips.

Although it looked like a black torture room, Amy seemed to have an idea what this was about.

This was full-blown b**m.