My name is Adam and I'm a rich man. I own or at least have my hand in many businesses around the world. I am a silent partner in many of these businesses so my life is not that busy. Many are stockholdings left by my family. I am originally from the United States, but I have made homes in Mexico, Brazil, Italy, and Spain. All these homes are not close to any real large city. I enjoy my privacy and that of my women.
I have several women currently living with me. They are practically my wives except legally. They are all women I have met over the years and grown quite fond of. They all seemed to not mind sharing me with each other. I was practically their master in that they never tried to contradict or disobey my wishes. However, I did not think of them as slaves. They were simply my women whom I will care for and love.
They were not with me for my money, as I had often offered let them go and I would give them enough money to live comfortably for the rest of their lives. Each of them refused and decided to stay with me. They all seemed to love my control over them, as well as the loving nature of my character.
The first one was Dana whom I met in the U.S. Back then I did not flaunt my money and power and today I rarely do in public. I had met her in a bar in New York. She was there with her boyfriend but it did not stop me from talking to her when he had gone to the bathroom. I could not stay away from her. She was a tall redheaded goddess. She was well endowed with DD breasts that accented her amazing curves and round ass. She had on a red dress that showed off all of these features and showed off her shapely white legs.
I approached her and immediately I noticed her eyes scanning every inch of my body. She seemed quite shy when I began talking to her and told me that her boyfriend would be back soon. I simply told her that talking to someone as beautiful as her was well worth the risk of a confrontation with any boyfriend. She seemed to like my compliment and I got the feeling she did not hear many despite her breath taking beauty. It seemed her self-esteem was not as high as one would expect.
Sure enough her boyfriend came back and threatened me to get away. He was half drunk and spouting every swear word known to man and a few he seemed to make up on the spot. I showed that he was not intimidating me and so he grabbed Dana harshly by the hand and dragged her out the bar. I felt concern for what that drunken bastard could do to her in that state and so I followed them out of the bar. I did not see them outside so I walked to the back of the bar where the parking lot was hoping that that they parked there and not somewhere down the street.
That's where I saw the drunken man still holding tightly to her arm as he fumbled for his car keys. Dana said something I could not hear which seemed to anger the man. He picked up his hand and slapped her. That infuriated me and I quickly ran to stop him. He was about slap her once again and she braced herself for the blow. I screamed at him to stop and he turned around to face me. He again spewed more drunken statements from his mouth telling me to mind my own business. He then went over grabbed Dana hand hurled her to the car.
I couldn't take it anymore. He was about to slap her once again when I grabbed him by the hand. He in turn swung at me and missed. I just gave him a good right hook to the side of the head and he was down. He just got up and left back to the bar, but not before woozily telling Dana it was over. I turned to Dana who had tears running down her cheeks. I did what I could to comfort her and she hugged me and buried her face in my chest and so began our relationship.
We had gone out for about a month and she still did not know the extent of my wealth. We also had not had sex yet as well. I was stern and slightly controlling in the relationship. It seemed I had to, as she was so indecisive. She seemed to like the sense of security I gave her when I was around. She seemed to do whatever she could to please me in the slightest way, except sexually.
It was not that I didn't want to ask, but I wanted her to want it, and badly. To me nothing else turned me on more than to know that a beautiful woman wanted me in the worse way. So, I began to look for things that seem to fluster, and turn her on. She simply liked my gratitude of everything she did for me, so I was sure to compliment all her efforts. It the few intimate situation we had, I was sure to give her as much attention as I could kissing her neck or fondling her breasts, and not letting it go farther.
I knew I was getting to her, that I was leaving her with a need for me and I was relishing it. Then one night she did not want me to leave her apartment. This was very odd as she rarely ever stopped me if I wanted to leave or anything else I wanted to do. It of course took no convincing for me to stay.
"I wanted to ask you something," she said.
