Flying the Dominant Billionaire

Dark Illusions 18 plus

Leonardo

His chest filled with joy at Eleanor's laughter.

“Are you with Eleanor?” Dr Oxana’s voice sounded far away as he stood watching Eleanor’s stunning figure in a minimalistic, mauve- colored dress. The bandeau- dress hugged every curve of her elegant form.

"Yes. She looks beautiful, as usual." He responded in a dreamy voice as Eleanor's poise and form filled him with anxious yet wanton pleasure.

“What do you see? What do you feel? Tell me everything.”

"She has dressed up for our date. My heart beats race and my throat runs dry as I see the shadow of a thong through the stretched material of her tube dress. My groin feels hot as my body responds with an erect*on. I am so looking forward to this evening. I have been waiting for this evening for a really long time."

He went quiet observing her slender legs get inside the Shelby as she sunk her shapely ass into the shotgun seat. He exhaled with an audible sigh.

“Please continue until I ask you to stop. Tell me every detail, every thought of yours.” Dr Oxana said in a calming but assertive tone.

Sighing again, he began.

"She pulls my hand towards her lap. I am shocked by the touch of her soft skin. She checks out the cut from the last night’s bar accident. Her touch sends shivers of anticipation through my body as I try to concentrate on changing the gears of my car. Her eyes sparkle and she looks happy with the way I have replaced her crude bandage and applied a non-stick plaster pad to the cut."

“You did not get to a doc, did you, after all?” Eleanor asks me nonchalantly, "I kinda figured you and your friend wanted to carry on with the party!" She has a look of concern as she runs her finger over my bandage. It sends tingles of electricity through my wound that has nothing to do with the cut but everything to do with her gentle touch. “I had pressure bandaged it. Did it bleed when you took it off?” she asks with concern- filled eyes.

"I really liked how Eleanor took stock of sticky situations impassively. She would encourage finding solutions instead of crying over spilt milk. I assured her I had taken off the bandage only in the morning and although the cut was still fresh, it hadn’t bled at night. That seemed to relax her." Leo continued to talk to the Doctor through the haze of his hypnosis.

"I ask her where she had learned to patch people up so well. She had bandaged me like a pro. I didn’t even need staples. I just slapped a sticky wound pad on it in the morning.

She laughs it off saying that these were the Perks of being raised by a doctor. Her mother’s a specialist in sports and accident injuries. She made sure that her kids knew how to patch themselves up.

I knew about her family already. Her mother is a successful surgeon and her father was running for the Senator’s office in the county."

Leonardo proceeded to talk about the evening while Dr Oxana took notes.

"Eleanor playfully mocks me. “So, are we going to keep chatting about bandaging skills or are we planning to go somewhere?”.

She is in a very good mood. “I would love to get to know the real Leonardo Lombardi.” She rolls my name on her tongue as she uses her sensual voice on me. Her sultriness has me on the edge. I want the evening to end so that I can show her the real Leonardo in the privacy of my bedroom."

"I curse under my breath for the long evening that I have planned. I wanted the evening to end instantly so that I could show her my real feelings.

I have had my eye on her since the first semester. I really, really like her.

Boston is a city overrun with young college kids and rowdy sports fans. There is no dearth of party places. As planned, I take Eleanor to the new Eastern Standard Bar on Kenway. All the celebrities were flocking to the gigantic nightclub to try their exotic cocktails."

He fell silent for a few seconds taking in the hustle and bustle of the lively bar.

"We are ushered into a cozy corner not too far from the main bar counter. Her soft hand rests in the crook of my elbow. I feel the warmth of her skin seep through the fabric of my corduroy jacket. It makes my heart warm.

I feel like a very lucky man as every eye lands on us. We ae looking good together. I order for a White Russian for her and a Bloody Mary for me.

I love the way her lips pout around the glass as she took her first sip and moaned out loud.

“This is sooo bloody goood!” She laughs as she continues drinking and enjoying.

I pull her close to me, making her sit on my lap as I run my hand over her thigh. She shivers and snakes her arms around my neck."

He sighed missing the humane connection.

"There is no point trying to talk as the music is on full blast. Rosabel and Jeanie croone Cha Cha Heels, loudly in the background and Eleanor squeals, startling me.

“It’s my song!!” She screams and hops towards the dance floor without waiting for me to join. I didn’t know that dance was so important for her! I feel a little dejected at my inability to dance with her.

My dejection soon changes as I love watching her gyrate to the song. She gestures for me to join her without breaking her dance step."

"I want to. I want to lead her, but I am an awful dancer. I continue to sip my drink while she moves her hips sensually to the music. Her expert dance moves made people step aside from the dance floor and a young man joins her.

They dance for the whole song. Her mauve dress slightly riding up her ass exposing the white skin that looks delicious against the dull fabric.

Every man’s eye is on her. They all want her as she sensually wiggles her ass against her dance partner, titillating everyone. I hate the feeling of my girl being available for all.

She continues to dance and captivates everyone’s attention. The b***h is enjoying it. She likes men watching her exposed skin. Her long legs twist and twirl as every roving eye lustily undresses her. I can see her relish the sexually charged environment where every man wants to f*ck her."

He stopped taking a few deep breaths.

“Where is she looking, Leonardo?” Dr Oxana’s serene voice cut through the dark anger taking over his mind.

He stopped looking at the faces of men staring at Eleanor. He looked at her flushed face and eyes sparkling with excitement. They were looking at him, beckoning him.

"She is looking at me. The shameless wh*re!" He grinds his teeth.

“What happened next?” Dr Oxana's gentle voice inquired.

"I can't take it anymore. I am blinded by anger, so I walk over to the dance floor and pull her roughly towards me. Her unsteady feet in those sinfully high heels falter and her body crashes against mine. It sends a wave of desire through my system and I pull her into a rough, demanding kiss, letting everyone know who she belongs to!

I kiss her senseless, biting and nibbling until she can feel only me around her. I don't want her to think of any other man. She moans against my lips and I lose the last bit of control. I take her to the car and slam her into the seat. She is a little tipsy, and she falls with complete abandon, her red thong visible to me and anyone else watching."

“Who was watching? Was there anyone else in the parking?” Dr. Oxana questioned him.

"No. But there could have been! That is what the b*tch wanted."

“What happened next?” Dr Oxana asked.

"I drove to my condo at Harbor Towers. Her hands explored my body as we continued to kiss and fondle in the lift while waiting for it to reach my penthouse on the eighteenth floor. I tore her thongs off. She loved showing herself to everyone. I did not want that memory to spoil my evening with her.

Once we were inside the condo, I packed her up onto my shoulder and her sweet ass was visible for me to sp*nk as we tottered towards my bedroom.

She squealed in excitement every time my hand landed on her Brazilian butt. My hardness strained against my clothes. I wanted to do more. She had to learn a lesson. I would f*ck her senseless so that she never thought of anyone else. I was going to spoil her for anyone else."

“What did you do to her?” Dr Oxana prodded him to talk as he fell silent.

"I threw her on my bed and her bo*bs popped out from the top of the dress. Her dress bunched up at her waist like a bandage, exposing her milky skin to me and to anyone who would love to watch."

“Was there anyone watching?” Dr Oxana asked.

"I don’t care. She was mine. She lay with her legs spread apart, invitingly. Her juices glistened on her pink sl*t and her bo*bs bounced with hardened n*pples. She wanted it as much as I did, and she sensually called out for more. She was going to excite me and enjoy my company while leaving the others high and dry. All those men watching her!"

He clenched his jaw thinking about the other men. This time, Dr Oxana did not ask anything, and he continued.

*** Trigger alert *** Abuse and violence in the next few sentences. Reader discretion is advisable. Abuse in every form is a condemnable offence. I don't support abuse in any form and if you are someone who is dealing with the pain of abuse, please don't hesitate to take professional help. I would be happy to talk if you need someone to share your trauma with. Take care. Much love XX ***

"She flipped around on her knees, lifting her enticing butt up in the air. Her engorged lips showed between her legs, weeping invitingly. Angry red welts adorned the delicate, smooth skin of her round b*m. It gave me immense pleasure to see my mark on her."

"She needed more. I pulled out my belt and whipped her. She had no right to entice others. Her screams filled up my apartment, soothing my anger. It was very liberating to see my belt lick her milky white skin and red beads of blood ooze out as the skin broke. I continued to turn her around like a rag doll and hit her until she passed out, and I got my release as I came in my pants."

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He went quiet, breathing heavily. Beads of sweat adorned his forehead, although the doc's clinic had central air conditioning.

“When did you start feeling guilty?” Dr Oxana asked in a soft voice.

"After I came, my anger subsided, and I looked at how small her soft body looked against my king- size bed. Her back had blood oozing out of the welts that my belt had given her. Her face was smashed. I must have punched her, but I couldn't remember. I hated myself. She must have liked the attention of other people, but I had no right to hurt her this way. It was Petra all over again. I had controlled myself in time for Petra, but poor Eleanor was unconscious and bleeding on my bed."

His angry outcries filled up the consultation room.

"I am a monster! I don’t deserve love."

“What did you do next?” Dr Oxana asked in a firm voice making him control his emotions.

"I called my family doctor and set up the guest bedroom as a clinic. Eleanor needed medical attention, and she deserved the best."

“Now I want you to come out of that memory. I will snap my fingers and you will be back here at my clinic.” Dr Oxana snapped her fingers. The loud, sharp sound pulled him into the present.

His body was soaking wet as sweat streamed down his spine. His head felt heavy and his breathing felt shallow. It was as if he had been in a fight and just about survived.

Dr Oxana’s pretty face smiled at him gently. “It will take some time for you to get back to normal. Tomorrow is a Saturday. You can take your time to recuperate. You might have some flashes of memories at night. If you have trouble sleeping, take these pills.”

He headed out with her prescription after she checked his vitals and decided that he was fit to go.

As he slowly drove through the empty streets of Manhattan, his mind travelled back to the memories that his hypnosis had triggered.

Eleanor’s sad, lifeless eyes haunted him. His violence had broken her. When she came around, he apologized profusely, letting her know that he wasn’t in his senses. But nothing could take the pain and the hurt away.

He had called her family and his Nonno over.

Her younger sister had gone ballistic and slapped him. He hadn’t retaliated. He deserved a lot worse. A slap was nothing as compared to what he had done to the young, youthful girl who looked like a battered ghost now.

They were planning to press charges, but Nonno talked to her dad. He pointed out what damage a scandal could do to his political aspirations. They dropped the charges and decided to bury the hatchet.

Nonno offered a full scholarship from the Lombardi Foundation for Eleanor. She transferred her credits and moved to Harvard, so she didn’t have to face him. Leonardo ensured that her complete treatment and her psychotherapy were paid for.

He tried getting in touch with her to apologise and see how she was doing, but she blocked him out.

The rejection stung him and he decided he would never hurt a loved one again. In fact, he would steer clear from getting involved in anyone again.

Instead, he concentrated on his ambition and work. Whenever frustration, anger and lust distracted him, he found his release working out at the gym and in his regular kickboxing sessions at MIT.

He was feeling so vulnerable after the hypnosis that he cancelled his evening plans of eating out with Gabby and instead found solace in the emptiness of his condo.

He was already dreading next Friday's session. Was he ready for it?

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