Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.
This story is a loosely connected sequel to another story I wrote earlier this year called Human Corrosion. It features the same character and one of the ladies who is connected to him, if you want to go back and read that one first. I didn't expect to write a sequel, but this idea came up between discussions I had with my reader Jack. Special thanks to Jack and Ganner777 for inspiration on this story.
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Los Angeles, California
January 2014
Overcast had created a white sky outside through what was a rare, but cold winter morning across the hills. Despite no sun visible in the sky, it wasn't enough to fight off the rays of light that poured in through the glass windows and washing away the darkness from within Ian White's mansion. The halls were empty, only to be roamed by his butler and security personnel whom resided from within the mansion. With the curtains pulled back, the light poured in to bring into view the dark furniture and interior of his office room. The older man sat behind his desk, resting his head against the leather cushion of his large chair. Across the room was a book shelf that he had set his eyes on, studying the rows of hardback books lined up. A few had been pulled and missing, but it wasn't much of a concern to him as his eyes wandered up to see the round shaped clock hanging.
A few minutes past eight had come. The man had his breakfast early after awakening three hours prior. Ian had been expecting a phone call at least, hence the reason he decided to sit back at his desk to begin the day. Wearing a button up white shirt that went along with his choice of black slacks for the day. No shoes were needed over his feet, nor socks with the heater running throughout the mansion. Once the sun had been up long enough, it would wash away most of the winter feeling. That was one thing Ian didn't have to worry about living out in Los Angeles as the freezing cold was more of something to deal with when he had business across the east coast side of the country. In the past three years, the aging business mogul had been busy expanding his company Ian White Pictures.
The agency offices were located downtown in downtown L.A. after expanding to a new corporate building two years ago. Ian had successfully managed a deal with Warner Brothers, harkening back to his old business successes with the studio. From there, he made the move to burn through some investments from purchasing two agency firms and merging them under his own corporate banner. The power move did not come without controversy. Screams of protest had erupted with the usual office politics when it came to a corporate buyout. Ian instructed his lawyers and PR managers not to give in to any questions and remain quiet to avoid the media. Any bad press with his name would end up in the back pages, buried behind articles about the latest fashion and outrage involving the current flavor of the month famed women.
Almost four years ago, Ian had thrown his weight around by pulling strings in aid of an actress who needed his help with a tight financial problem. Penelope Cruz had succeeded in her end of the deal, paying the price with her body. The price Penelope had paid was to take a trip down into the dungeon beneath the basement of his mansion. She was far from the first famed woman to find herself locked behind bars and chained in Ian's estate. When offering help to select women, Ian made deals that came with a heavy price. An agreement was made in terms of sexual favors. Penelope had served her sentence down in the dungeon as his slave as a result of having the man fix her financial and tax related problems back in Spain. Afterwards, she married Javier Bardem but would go on to share her secrets with another woman who had joined them down in the hidden rooms.
Scarlett Johansson had known of Ian's far reach for many years. The man had helped her when she had a similar problem with a financial situation. Unlike Penelope, Scarlett looked up to him as her kind of man. She admired power as one of the key features to a man who knew how to turn her on. Having a metal collar locked around her neck, chained up and ordered to pleasure him was only the beginning. She had been called to join Penelope back in the first week when the other woman was serving her time down in the dungeon. After that time, Scarlett had decided to make some hey changes within her own management. It began when she fired her main booking agent and then called Ian and demanded a contract with someone from his own company.
This move had made it easier for Scarlett to have a place within his social orbit. Ian was quick to begin taking advantage of her new decision within the first year. Scarlett had found herself taking trips out to his secluded mansion in the hills, escorted via an unmarked car beyond the large metal gates and shuffling through his many bodyguards and security. She had her own relationship away from Ian, now married for the second time in her life but it didn't matter to him. If Scarlett was in town and available, Ian knew she was only a phone call away. Though his heart had seemingly corroded many years ago and he lived as a stone cold individual, often devoid of emotion. While he couldn't summon up the feelings of passion for her, he did reach a level of joy with using her body for his pleasure.
Today a different woman was on Ian's mind. Someone was ready to complete her end of the bargain with a special deal he had offered three months ago back into 2013. Jessica Alba was the latest woman of fame who needed Ian's help with matters outside Hollywood. She had heard of him from Scarlett during the filming for Sin City: A Dame To Kill. Jessica was looking for a financial partner who could help with investments to her company start up. She didn't beat around the bush in her meeting with Ian, as she made it clear that she wasn't relying on her fading career in acting to carry her anymore. She had a plan to build a billion dollar company that would hold the future of her family. Modelling herself as a future business woman, she aimed to leave an impression on the man but all he could offer her was his emotionless, stone called gaze.
Ian had lusted over Jessica Alba for many years now. He had the chance of signing her to his company almost a decade ago and had lost out on that opportunity. Her career could've went in a completely different path if only they had crossed paths sooner in life. With the chance to have her all to himself for a few months, Ian wasn't going to let this chance slip through his grasp this time around. Scarlett did not inform her friend of what Ian liked to offer in return of his deals. It wasn't money he was after, but since she had no idea, Ian laid out his cards on the table for Jessica from the beginning. It all began with a simple moral question as he asked her if she were willing to cheat on her husband with a man such as him. Not offended by such a question, Jessica knew what he was hinting at. It was their first meeting and she at least was appreciative of the fact he openly stated what he wanted from her.
Three months had passed since then and Ian had went as far to invest five million dollars into her company. Jessica had promised once she was done shooting for the upcoming Sin City film and the holidays were over, she would be taking a trip to meet him. Ian told her to go ahead and make arrangements to call two weeks off. He didn't trust Jessica, as he now was testing her to see how committed the woman would be in this whole deal. Two weeks was good enough time to have his way with her, but Ian had other plans. He was willing to offer her more investment money if they continued this business relationship. That was under the assumption that she would embrace her role as his fuck toy down in the dungeon. With time to prepare for her arrival in advance, Ian had made some special renovations to the secret hall down below.
The barred doors remained in place. Just two years ago, Ian had went the distance to repaint his dungeon with all grey walls and white tiled floors. He wanted to give it a modern prison look after a comment Scarlett made to him about how she felt locked in a mini penitentiary. The cells all looked the same with a bed, sink and toilet. In the desire of a mythical level of privacy, Ian had paid a private service crew from out of the country to do his remodeling project. His beloved 'pleasure room' had matching grey walls but with a black and white checkered floor underneath dark red carpet rugs spread out. Only the large black leather couches remained the same, for Ian had removed the television set finding it of no use. Hanging from the ceiling in the center of the room was a series of four chains hanging with a black cushion seat in the middle with slots with hands or feet on all sides.
A Hammock styled swing harness had been a recent toy Ian had installed in the pleasure room of his dungeon. It had yet to be used, though he tested it with his own body to make sure the chains held properly into place from the ceiling. He hoped Jessica would like this, as he couldn't think of a better woman to grace the swing for the first time. Still seated at his desk, the sun began to peak beyond the clouds outside, offering light across his clean shaved face and those dark eyes. At any moment, he was expecting that phone call either from Jessica herself or someone on his security team confirming her arrival. Ian still had to wonder if she would back out at the last minute and rip him off after he had invested money into her company. Hopefully she remained a woman of her word, for he had been looking forward to having his way with her for some time. The phone on his desk began to suddenly ring. Ian didn't hesitate to answer, raising it up to his right ear.
"I've picked up your guest. We will be arriving shortly."
"Good, send her in alone."
He hung the phone up after his short response. When a meeting was arranged like this, Ian's guests often met with one of his security personnel outside the mansion. He didn't like to leave behind vehicles that didn't belong to him or his security team in the driveway. Jessica was escorted from a big black Mercedes that the large gates would open for outside the mansion. From where Ian's office was situated across the building, he couldn't peak outside the windows to catch sight of the car. For now, he had to wait in his office, glancing across the room once more as he remained seated. He had the patience to burn and waiting a little longer for her after all this time wouldn't hurt him. Several minutes went by before he could hear footsteps down the hall, outside his closed office door. Rising up from his seat, Ian turned as the doors came open and at long last, Jessica Alba was finally in his presence.
