The Billionaire Banker by Georgia le Carre

Ruess comes on.
    Pink is singing, Right from the start you were a thief. You stole my heart. And I your willing victim.
    Lana walks slowly into the middle of the room. Her stomach is in knots. Her mouth is dry. Her eyes are saucers. There is not an ounce of fat on his sleek body.
    This is definitely not a man who imbibes Hobnobs. When she is two feet away from the bed, he says, ‘Stop.’
    She stops.
    ‘Strip. Slowly.’
    She freezes with shock.
    He laughs. The sound is soft but carries some hint of cruelty. He is the cat playing with the mouse. From his position of dominance and control he says, ‘I won’t say relax, I’m not going to eat you, because I am.’
    She straightens her back and steps out of her platforms.
    ‘No,’ he commands. ‘Not the shoes. Keep those on.’
    Silently she steps back into them. She can hear the blood pounding in her ears. Nobody has seen her nude.
    She unties the ribbon in front of the dress and shrugs. It slips off her, whispering and sighing.
    For a moment she stands in her lacy underwear, suspenders and stockings.
    Pink and Nate are belting out, Just give me a reason.
    Just a little bit’s enough.
    For a second Lana thinks of Billie saying every puss needs a good pair of boots, and she tells herself, sure, why not? It is just sex. She twists her hands behind her back and takes her bra off. Lets it dangle at the tip of one finger before she lets it drop.
    ‘Take your panties off.’
    She slips the fingers of both hands into the bit of lace and string and eases it slowly down her legs. She comes up slowly resisting the urge to cover herself with her hands.
    ‘You have a very, very beautiful body, Lana Bloom,’ the man on the bed says. His voice is thick with lust.
    We’re not broken, just bent. And we can learn to love again.
    She faces his gaze again. His eyes are eating her alive.
    She has never seen hunger like that.
    ‘Turn around.’
    She turns around.
    You’re pouring a drink. No, nothing is as bad as it seems.
    ‘Now spread your legs.’
    We’ll come clean. We’re not broken, just bent. She steps outwards.
    ‘More.’
    She obliges. Her calve muscles strain to hold the position in the high shoes.
    ‘Bend forward.’
    She bends.
    ‘Touch the floor.’
    She spreads her fingers, lays them on the floor, and hears his gasp. For some long seconds she is bent forward, her legs spread far apart, and her bum high in the air. His eyes are a hot tingle on her skin. The pose is blatantly demeaning. She should feel degraded and humiliated.
    Instead there is an unfamiliar heat between her legs. And her belly is clenched with feral excitement.
    ‘Come here.’
    She drops to her knees and crouching low, turns around. He is sitting on the edge of the bed. She stands and goes to him. His strong hands span her narrow waist and before she knows it she is travelling in the air. She lands on the bed with a slight bounce. On her back she watches him. His eyes are black and impenetrable. His body hard and big, the muscles rippling.
    ‘Mine,’ he says possessively. ‘You’re mine to do with as I please.’ Then he pins her on the bed and she watches with wide eyes as he takes off his trousers and steps out of his boxers, a truly magnificent creature.
    She stares at his cock with fascination. It is thicker than her wrist and huge. Will it fit inside her? He picks up a condom by the bedside, tears it open, and puts it on. He is as hard as a rock. Then he bends over her, opens her legs and stares at her opened, freshly waxed pussy. She feels her body tremble with anticipation.
    ‘What a beauty you are.’ He runs his fingers along the slit of flesh. It opens out further, like the petals of a pink flower.
    ‘Soaking wet.’
    He takes his fingers out and puts them in his mouth.
    ‘And as I expected: sweet.’
    Her heart is hammering in her chest.
    ‘You want this too,’ he says so softly she has to strain to hear him. ‘As much as me.’ And she realizes that he is right: she does. She