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    Two Weeks of Sin
    Two Weeks of Sin
    Two Weeks of Sin
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    Two Weeks of Sin

    By Rye Hart

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    What would you do if the man of your wet dreams made you an offer?

    One that made you blush.

    But accepting would mean total and complete submission.

    It's what I do…
    I see a woman I desire, and I go all in. One-hundred thousand dollars. My private estate. Non – stop orgasms. No strings attached.
    But there's one catch…
    I own her for those fourteen glorious days. Every delicious morsel. It's how I feed the beast at night. So, I can conquer the world by day. It's my equilibrium.

    At least it was, until two weeks stopped being enough. How will I convince the woman of my dreams to stay after she's had a taste of the beast?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRye Hart
    Release dateAug 7, 2020
    ISBN9781393068938
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      Two Weeks of Sin - Rye Hart

      CHAPTER ONE - CHANCE

      Being a creature of habit had its perks as much as being a billionaire. I stared down at the random woman, whose face was masked, and thrust my cock into the only opening, which gave me access to her mouth. I was sure the fabric allowed for some breathing because otherwise, she’d be freaking out, but I wasn’t letting up. Because of my money and the power it gave me, I was able to arrange my sex any way I wanted it.

      When I was in New York, where I lived part time and worked, owning one of the largest brewing companies in the world, it was necessary to keep my sexual escapades anonymous, so that I didn’t have to deal with anyone trying to come after me with a bogus claim of abuse or worse, a phony paternity suit. Using a third party to set up my random requests had become a way of life, and I loved the freedom of being able to do whatever I wanted to the women who arrived at my private penthouse masked and ready for the taking.

      And while this was a necessary evil, something to get me off until I was able to return home, it wasn’t what some might call my passion, though it was damned close.

      My cock grazed across her teeth as she wiggled her jaw, losing stamina. I held her chin, keeping her opened wide as my phone rang. Fuck all. I looked at the phone’s screen and saw my best friend, Nate’s number. I tossed it to the bed as the woman slurped and sucked. She was worn out and, lucky for her I was ready to come. I tried to pull out but that’s when she decided to suck harder, and I shot a little into her mouth. She let loose fast, swallowing what I’d given her, and I pulled out, placing my cock on her cheek as my cum spurted across the mask, leaving a pearly trail that dripped down around her features. I pulled away, not speaking to her as she stayed on her knees. She wasn’t allowed to move unless I said so.

      I grabbed my phone and sat back on the bed, raking my hands through my hair, the smell of sex permeating the room as I dialed Nate back. Then I took mercy on the girl and fetched her a towel. I was in the bathroom when my friend answered.

      What the fuck, man? Are you canceling the trip? Nate had a way of being dramatic, but in this case, he had every right to be.

      Fuck! I said, throwing the towel at the woman, who was ready to collapse. I forgot all about it. I’m on my way. I ended the call, gathered my clothes, and looked down to the girl. You can get up when I’m gone. I’ll call again soon.

      She was one of three women throughout the city who I used regularly. Each knew the routine and would be available at a moment’s notice, whether I wanted one or all three. They always showed up masked, and let me use them to my cock’s content, without ever knowing who I was. If they performed as they were supposed to, I’d pay them for their time. So, she stayed there on her knees until I was long gone.

      I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten my flight. I rushed down to my car, which was always waiting, and got inside, telling my driver to take me to the airport. I wasn’t going to get to clean up and was thankful that things hadn’t gotten too messy for me because I had a long trip ahead.

      I arrived at the airport and found Nate waiting on the tarmac with the pilot who looked even angrier than he did.

      I’m sorry, Lou. I got tied up with business.

      Lou Cravens was one of the best private pilots in the city, and his time was as precious as mine. I liked to know my life was in good hands, so hiring Lou for all my travels was a must, but I wasn’t the only person he worked for.

      Let’s get this show on the road. He shook his head and clapped me on the back as Nate and I boarded ahead of him. He secured the plane, and before I knew it, we took off.

      Nate was pouting, and it grated my nerves when he acted that way.

      I’m sorry I was late. I was finishing up some business, I repeated.

      He huffed a short laugh. Tits, facial, or cream pie? I gave him a warning glare, and he shrugged. You said you were finishing; I just wanted to know how.

      I looked away, glancing out the window beside me. I loved to fly, and I particularly loved flying over this part of the country.

      Why Nebraska? And who’s ever heard of Viola, anyway? he asked.

      It’s a small town, but it’s growing, and there’s money. Lots of people in the surrounding areas need the jobs. I think it’s a perfect fit.

      If it’s so perfect then why another trip? Why not just phone it in. You’ve seen the facility, right?

      Yes, but now I want to check out the surrounding property. The building that’s there isn’t going to do. I will have to build.

      So, build somewhere fun. Or fuck it, let’s go somewhere when we’re done. How about Vegas? Just for a night?

      Nate was the last person I’d go to Vega with ever again. He’d made a disaster out of our last trip and nearly landed me in jail.

      Are you out of your mind? Do you think I’ve forgotten the twin’s incident? He’d harassed a pair of twin dancers who then proceeded to call the cops because she wouldn’t give him change for a twenty.

      That was Vegas? He narrowed his eyes and then shrugged. Whatever, let’s do something. It’s been a long time since you and I have gotten any time away together other than business trips. He was worse than a girlfriend with his you never take me anywhere nice spiel. And that was just one of many reasons I didn’t do relationships. At least, not normal ones.

      I have a meeting day after tomorrow. We’ll have to head back to New York as soon as we’re done in Viola.

      Is it about another one of your trips home? He gave me an accusatory glare, and I shook my head.

      Not yet. I haven’t found the right candidate. You know I’m picky. He knew that things had to be perfect for me to go back home. And not just my preferences, but legalities, paperwork. It was all part of my hobby, and one that I was passionate about.

      I made other arrangements when I went back home. I would find a preferred candidate and offer them a hundred grand to stay two weeks in my castle, completely private and anonymous. All I would know was their first name, and vice versa, just how I liked it. The privacy of the castle, as well as the one-on-one time, provided more intimacy than random sex with masked women could, and I’d become rather fond of seeing how I could break the chosen.

      "You’re not that picky. You’re choosing fucking Snoozeville, Nebraska, as your next distribution site."

      One more crack like that and I’ll send you out to run the place.

      He sank in his seat and glared over at me. You wouldn’t do that to your best friend. Besides, who would hold down the fort while you run off for one of your sex romps? He had a point. Sadly, he was my right hand, and the only person I trusted with the company.

      Teasing him was always fun though, so I gave him a stone-faced glare. Probably someone who doesn’t act like a pussy.

      He was quiet the rest of the trip.

      After we landed and boarded the next car, which was waiting just outside Viola, my stomach growled. I’d cleaned up a bit on the plane, but aside from pistachios, there was nothing to eat on board.

      I’m fucking starving, said Nate as if he read my mind.

      I was just thinking the same thing, friend. How about I buy you some dinner? I patted him on the shoulder and earned a narrowed look.

      Hey, you’re the one with the billions, of course, I’ll let you buy dinner.

      He was always kidding me about my money, and he was the only person who could get away with it. His own nest egg was nothing to sneeze at, and he was wealthy enough that he didn’t have to put up with me. He did that because he wanted to.

      I glanced up about that time to see a quaint little diner. The place was fifties retro, and I was drawn to the neon out front that read Angel. I took it as an omen, and a closer look revealed the o’s was burnt out on the Angelo’s Diner sign. I leaned up and instructed my driver to pull over.

      If there was an angel inside, she was about to meet the devil.

      CHAPTER TWO - CARRIE

      Dammit, I cursed under my breath as I sloshed another cup of coffee while placing it on the table. My mood would have been better, as well as my coordination, if I hadn’t had to pull a double after a turnaround. I was beginning to feel like I lived at Angelo’s Diner.

      I looked up at Eddie who frowned, but since he was a regular whose time at the place practically made us roommates, he let it go.

      Lindy came around the corner and whispered in my ear. Can you believe that little shit called in again? My best friend and confidant was as angry as I was. The boss’s niece, Jessica, had called in four times in the past two weeks and had left both Lindy and me in a bind every time.

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