What Price Power


BDSM story - As the fury of the storm built, she looked again at the deceptively simple card gracing her palm.
Do you have any idea how crazy this is?"
"Do you think I have any choice? This will make me a major league player at twenty-six. There is no way in heaven or hell I will pass it up. In the world in which I grew up, dirt poor would have been a step up in life and I will never go back to that. Not now… not ever. This is the guaranteed, paid-in-full deed to the life I want. No fuck that… to the life I deserves."

Whispers in dark conference rooms were all she had heard. The wealthiest privately owed company in the world. No one knew exactly when it had started or where. What was known was its influence reached into every corner of the world. Invitations from Presidents, Kings and Emperors had all been turned away. What was also known was that the top echelon of the company was almost exclusively woman.


Midnight eyes looked over a slim shoulder to capture the uncomprehending gaze of her petit blond friend eyes. Then as understanding bloomed there was only one emotion alive in those frozen eyes: shock.
Panthea, voice became even deeper, stronger with eye's blazing as she let her true self be seen fully….
"A chance like this only comes once in a life time… no in a thousand life times…this is mine…nothing in this world or any other is going to take it away from me. Just let them try"
Just as she spoke the words the building shook with the furry of the storm…
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Outside the storm that had been building broke loose, Lightning filled the skies. Bolt after bold striking lightning rods throughout the city. Thunder filled the night sky bouncing off the walls of glass, chrome and concrete. Then a bolt struck the weather vain atop the Athens Apartment building. The voice of the storm, raised in laughter, shook the world to its core… as the winds whispered "done…."
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For that reason some thought the owner had to be a woman for other's it was proof it was a man. For Panthea it was opportunity knocking. Sitting in the dark cook interior of the limo her head rested against the buttery softness of the leather seat, unblinking eyes looking neither left or right as the world passed by. Slowly she let her eyes close as the memories flooded her mind….In her hand the business card, with the deceptively simple logo of the bulls horns, nothing else printed on the card but across the logo a hand written note. This is a one time offer, if you choose to act upon it there is no turning back. Be at the Airport at two p.m. Monday. ~ A.M.
She'd had no clue where she was going, had in fact expected a short shuttle flight to maybe D.C. The private flight had touched down eleven hours later in Athens Greece. She had been escorted through customs by a military detachment. They had greeted her with respect, not asked for an ID let alone her passport which was good since she didn't even have one, then onto a smaller jet which took off with little fanfare landing a short time later on the island of Crete. The limo and driver had been waiting.
The car slowed to a stop at the gates, high walls kept all prying eyes at bay. Silently the gate slid smoothly open and the car moved forward.
She stood outside the doors where her escort had brought her. The rude old woman gave out a small cackle…
"Through those doors you stupid cow. He was given notice of your arrival and is waiting."
The far wall was floor to ceiling windows all covered by heavy drapes that let little of the morning light in. She wanted to go over and open them all the way. The room itself was totally masculine, deep dark rich mahogany, soft black leathers. At first she thought she was totally alone, then she felt it, eyes from the deepest shadows. His voice was low and deep.
"Panthea, do you accept the challenge?"
Her answer clear and precise, "Yes"
"Good… very good….Welcome Panthea, I'm glad you decided to accept my humble invitation. May I introduce myself? I am The Minotaur, Owner and CEO of Minotaur Industries…"
Nothing could have prepared her for the site of him as he stepped out of the world of shadows. He was at least seven foot tall long powerful, heavily muscled legs and arms. His chest a muscled wall rippling with each movement. Naked, his body is covered in a thick black fur. His head is that of a bull sporting long sharp horns. His eyes as red as fire. His balls heavy, full, his cock hard and unsheathed…
"Welcome to my Labyrinth." His laugher became a part of the echoing laughter that filled her world as a single voice called out. 'The betting is now closed… Let the games begin" It was the last thing she heard as she felt the world fall out from beneath her feet…falling… falling… falling… then she felt nothing at all…
"Miss..Miss… " opening her eyes, Panthea realized she had fallen asleep during the short trip. Her sleep plagued with the strangest dreams…

Adrian look out to the sea as he stood on the marbled balcony. As the very last rays of the sun slipped beyond the horizon, his arms spread wide palms open facing the night sky.
As she came into the dimly lit room, she could see him standing out on the balcony . His body and the tree beyond silhouetted by the last dying rays of the hot Mediterranean sun. The illusion it created was eerily familiar. He appeared taller… stronger… She couldn't help the small laugh as the though accorded to her that he appeared to have horns…



Stepping from the limo the sight that greeted her eyes was one which spoke of money and Old World elegance. Even the stables off in the distance told the story. Following the driver she enters the main hall of the home to be greeted by one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen.
She stood outside the doors where her escort had brought her. The gorgeous woman gave out just a small merry laugh…
"Through those doors my dear.. He was given notice of your arrival and is waiting."
The far wall was floor to ceiling windows all covered by heavy drapes that let little of the morning light in. She wanted to go over and open them all the way. The room itself was totally masculine, deep dark rich mahogany, soft black leathers. At first she thought she was totally alone, then she felt it, eyes from the deepest shadows. His voice was low and deep as the uncomfortable feeling of déjà vu filled her world
"Panthea, do you accept the challenge?"
Her answer was clear and precise, "Yes"
"Good… very good….Welcome Panthea, I'm glad you decided to accept my humble invitation. May I introduce myself? I am Adrian Minotaur, Owner and CEO of Minotaur Industries…"
Nothing could have prepared her for the site of him as he stepped out of the world of shadows. He was at least six foot tall long powerful, heavily muscled legs and arms. His chest a muscled wall rippling with each movement. He wore nothing but a pair of shorts. His olive skin covered in a film of perspiration. His dark dangerous looks could easily have been a throw back to the Greek Gods.
"Forgive my appearance, I was just finishing up with a game when I was informed of your arrival Welcome to my home". White teeth shown in the smile he gave as he laughingly said, "My Labyrinth."
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Her every need was met even before she had the need to voice it to his staff. It was a lifestyle she could easily become accustom to. During the following week, she spent hours in his company. They talked of everything from world politics to New York Times Best Seller list. Her quick whit and keen intelligence was apparent with every word she spoke. Throughout the days and nights she never lost sight that each spoken word was being weighed and measured. He was judging her worth to his company even though not once had mention of Minotaur Industries been mentioned.
Tonight was going to be different though. She had felt it all day. He had come to some kind of decision. She had seen that much in his eyes. Unfortunately, beyond that she didn't have a clue what it was. He had asked her to join him in his private dinning room on the second floor tonight.
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