Tamed by the Billionaire Alpha Male

“Not many people live out here.”

“Yeah, I can tell.”

I stare out the window as the taxi travels down a winding road through the forest. Tall, imposing pine trees tower high above, pressing in on us from all sides. They cast dark shadows over our vehicle, bathing us in a sense of unease.

From the beginning, this has been a strange car ride. The taxi driver was waiting for me when I arrived at the airport, and he’s barely said a word. We’ve been driving for at least an hour, and all I’ve listened to is the quiet hum of the engine. The longer we drive, the denser the forest becomes. We’re truly isolated out here.

“So, do you know the property owner?” I ask.

“No, not really.” He keeps his eyes glued to the road.

Every question I’ve asked has been met with that same terse reply. I can’t help but feel like he knows more than he’s letting on.

“I mean, he’s a pretty big deal. You’ve gotta at least know who he is.”

“Yeah, I guess so. He has quite a reputation. I’ve never actually met him though. His assistant arranges all the transportation.”

I can tell I’m not going to get much info out of this guy. I’ll just have to wait until we arrive.

When I found this job posting online, it seemed too good to be true. Someone was looking for a temporary housekeeper to look after their hunting lodge for the summer. It promised generous pay and free room and board. I just finished my first year of college and recently broke up with my girlfriend, so I’ve been eager for a change of scenery. I’m not sure how I’ll manage all summer without access to easy pussy, but chilling at some rich dude’s rural retreat will certainly help. It wasn’t until I had a phone interview with his assistant that I realized the full extent of things.

It turns out this place is owned by Michael Collins, one of the most renowned entrepreneurs in the world. A decade ago, he dropped out of college and created a peer-to-peer payment app. It spread like wildfire, and he ended up the CEO of a burgeoning business empire. As the young, fresh face of the company, he spearheaded a viral social media campaign that made his company a household name. His business was eventually acquired, and he walked away a billionaire in his early 30s. He’s vanished from public life since then, and his whereabouts have often been the subject of speculation in the tabloids.

I guess I’ll find out what he’s been up to though. According to his assistant, he’ll be staying at the hunting lodge all summer. I won’t lie, part of me hopes I can get to know him. I’m sure I could learn a lot from a man like that.

“Woah…” My eyes widen as we pull up to the property gate.

It’s a towering, black iron fence with menacing spikes at the top. Conspicuous security cameras are placed at regular intervals, and they all seem to be pointing directly at me.

“I’ve brought him.” The taxi driver leans out his window and speaks into the gate call box. His voice trembles slightly, causing my sense of unease to grow.

There’s no response from the box. Instead, a monstrous screeching noise rings out as the gate automatically swings open. The deafening sound radiates throughout the quiet forest, causing a flock of black birds to burst into the air, cawing in fright.

We drive onto the property, and the gate swings closed behind us. The road winds through the trees, and it isn’t long until we round a bend, revealing the hunting lodge.

Constructed of aged gray stone, the structure stands tall and stately. The cracked façade makes it clear this is a historic estate with a long and distinguished past. It looks akin to a small castle, with large stone towers flanking the sides. They soar up beyond the trees, clawing at the blue sky like regal hands grasping for the sun.

We drive past a small stone fountain and pull up to the grand wooden doorway. I expect the taxi driver to get out and help me with my bags, but he doesn’t. Instead, he just pops the trunk and remains silent.

I get out and gather my things, moving toward the dark, imposing portal.

*knock* *knock*

My driver speeds away, clearly eager to leave the property. What was up with him? He seemed so jumpy.

Footsteps echo from beyond the doorway before it swings open to reveal a handsome young man dressed in a full tuxedo.

“You must be Taylor.” His deep voice rings out while a smile forms on his pink lips. “I’m Wesley, Mr. Collins’ assistant.”

I stand in shock. This guy is nothing like I expected. On the phone, he sounded like an old man, but he can’t be much older than I am. He has short, sandy blond hair and eyes as green as jade. His sun-kissed skin shines with a deep, radiant glow that makes me feel pale and pasty in comparison. What’s most shocking though is his physique. Even beneath all his formal attire, I can tell he’s absolutely ripped. His broad, bulky shoulders look set to burst through his tuxedo jacket. The finely tailored garment hugs his frame all the way down to his narrow waist, guiding my eyes toward the fat, meaty bulge between his legs. You’d think he’d want to wear baggier pants with a cock that size…

“Nice to meet you!” I peel my gaze from his body and make eye contact.

“Please, come inside. Mr. Collins is busy right now, but I’ll show you to your room.”

I step into the building, feeling a rush of cool air against my face. As my eyes adjust to the dim lighting, a small gasp escapes my lips.

“What is this…?” I glance around with wide, curious eyes.

The foyer is a sophisticated space with marble flooring and an elegant crystal chandelier hanging high above. Ahead of me, a grand staircase leads up to a second floor lined with tall windows that open up into a courtyard.

But the opulence of this place isn’t what shocks me.

It’s the artwork.