Blind Haven - (B1) Don's Domain Series

 Blind Haven - (B1) Don's Domain Series

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Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

Summary

Dons Domain (Book 1) Blind Haven The Dons Domain takes place in an alternate timeline where the most prosperous Cities of the World spin on money. And big players called Dons hold all of the cards. But none of what transpires in these games of Cat and Mouse are games anyone can afford to lose…. *** Mark Hopper is a billionaire play boy. He has it all until he finds the one thing that he truly wants. After meeting Tazriha in a heroic twist of fate, Mark Hooper stumbles across a dark conspiracy that will rattle the world as he knows it. *** Tazriha Lincoln (Aka Taz) is a broken rose. Blind and deeply abused….Is she destined for love or death? Or is she destined for something even greater? *** Welcome to the Domain of the Dons

Summary

Dons Domain (Book 1)
Blind Haven

The Dons Domain takes place in an alternate timeline where the most prosperous Cities of the World spin on money. And big players called Dons hold all of the cards.
But none of what transpires in these games of Cat and Mouse are games anyone can afford to lose….
***
Mark Hopper is a billionaire play boy. He has it all until he finds the one thing that he truly wants.
After meeting Tazriha in a heroic twist of fate, Mark Hooper stumbles across a dark conspiracy that will rattle the world as he knows it.
***
Tazriha Lincoln (Aka Taz) is a broken rose.
Blind and deeply abused….Is she destined for love or death?
Or is she destined for something even greater?
***
Welcome to the Domain of the Dons

Chapter1 (v.1) - Chapter 1- Clams and Realitys

Author Chapter Note

Dons Domain (Book 1) Blind Haven The Dons Domain takes place in an alternate timeline where the most prosperous Cities of the World spin on money. And big players called Dons hold all of the cards. But none of what transpires in these games of Cat and Mouse are games anyone can afford to lose…. *** Mark Hopper is a billionaire play boy. He has it all until he finds the one thing that he truly wants. After meeting Tazriha in a heroic twist of fate, Mark Hooper stumbles across a dark conspiracy that will rattle the world as he knows it. *** Tazriha Lincoln (Aka Taz) is a broken rose. Blind and deeply abused….Is she destined for love or death? Or destined for something even greater? *** Welcome to the Domain of the Don's

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Submitted: October 04, 2016

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Chapter 1

Clams and Realitys

Life was a fat succulent clam that had popped open and spilled it succulent juices all over Mark Hopper early in life.

The saying went that the rich and flippant grew up with a Silver spoon in their mouths.

Some even called it a Golden spoon….

But for Mark….try calling it a fucking diamond shovel.

Mark was a multibillionaire and trust fund baby. He came from old money. Money that may as well have stuck of dinosaur farts and asteroid dust. He was loaded….and him and his debutante sister Anna were the only ones to inherit the golden goose that was Heavens Rock.

Heavens Rock was the leading Oil refinery and Oil pump developers in the world.

Mark was CEO and senior architect. He enjoyed the challenge of it….and he loved that because of his work and exemplar  actions in the last year….his family’s business had once more managed to completely corner the market on oil and nearly eighty percent of the oil refinery and pump development in America and Antarctica.

To celebrate his accomplishments and his 28th birthday his debutante sister had thrown an intense and frosted event full of beautiful woman, expensive food drink…and dizzying amounts of open sex and drugs.

Strobe lights set to startling flashes of intense blue and heavy magenta (Marks favorite colors) floated around in intoxicating circles. Nameless faceless beautiful people from the far corners of the East end bubble like champagne across the dance floor, tumbling across the glass platted dance floor, where tiger sharks zigzagged back and forth beneath the dancers feet’s in agitated fashion as intense techno and bass filled rap and rock music’s trembled across the inner workings of the building.

Bodies moves like a hive mind to the music, carless people enjoying carless lives.

Mark loved it all. He hated it all.

“Sweetie…are you enjoying the party!?” A shrill call slashed the music and snapped Marks eyes up to the woman he had been spending the last two years courting.

Beverly was any mans dream. Hot, ready sex on a stick. Her skin was whiter and mother then crème. Her eyes were big blue marbles, her lashes were so long he didn’t dare to kiss her to fast lest Mark loose and eye. Blush, concealer, and bright purple lipstick was absolutely flawless. And her body was the body that most playboy bunnies simply couldn’t have.

Beverly had perfectly rounded c’cups, the waist of a Barbie doll, the ass  of a stripper, brown silky hair and legs for days….all mixed with a killer sense of fashion. Her beautiful breasts were framed by a glitering red sequence top that offered her up like she was about to fall out of it. And her wonderful hips were framed by a mini skirt that must have gave birth to all other mini skirts on the planet.

She always smelled of vanilla and female arousal.

The busty Beverly was none so subtly grinding her rear into his lap. She liked having sex with him a lot and in public probably because Mark made it so rewarding. She never wanted for anything being his number one beau in New York City.

(Beverly)

?(Beverly x Mark)

 

Beverly was not his wife….or girlfriend. They were far from official. She slept with plenty of men on the side…. but seeing as she was a porn star this couldn’t be helped. While Mark also never passed up a free ride that was tossed to him by a passing female….simply because he didn’t have to. The two of them were not exlusive….and Mark wasnt sure that he would even know what he would name them if they did become exclusive with each other.

Could one call a whore his lover….or his wife?

“Absolutely sweetheart…but the sooner I’m inside of you the better.” Mark finally replied to her inquiry rubbing a hand down between her legs, and up between her legs to caress her warm center.

“Ummmm” she pursed and rocked against his hand, wantonly spreading her legs, uncaring of the throngs of people that would see her display. Again Beverly was a star and so was inclined to show off her body far too readily…..

 Beverly was always smooth and pantiles when she spent time with him. As if the fact that she came to his fingertips so easily impressed him in some way. IT didn’t.

Oh he was definitely going to fuck her. Right there in the center of the club….but why was he going to do it?

Mark thrust his fingers into Beverly’s silky hot core roughly. She liked it rough. As he grabbed her hair, pulled her head back and used his knees to splay her wide open to his touch.

Perhaps some of her exhibitionist tendencies had rubbed off on him over the years, because Mark simply didn’t give a fuck if people were watching him. At least he didn’t care if they watched him with Beverly.

The soft sloshy slap of his finger invading her core was swallowed by the music. Beverly thrust desperately against his fingers as he added a third finger to the two fingers she was already loose for.

Then Mark pressed his thumb nail into her clitreous eliciting pain…and a heart stopping release from Beverly as she shiver shook and rode his hand in delicious abandon. The heady scent of her arousal like air freshener around them.

Mark should have been hard as a bat. He should have had Beverly bent across the couch screaming his name for gods sakes….but….Mark knew that he was  barely past soft.

Why am I doing this?

This was what sat in his craw long after he rubbed Beverly to a quick second completion.  Accompanied by lots of orgasmic moaning and useless epitaphs of love falling from her luscious greedy lips.

But even with her grade A plus acting, Mark….felt no fire in his loins to finish their transaction right there on the squeaky clubs velvet couch.

 Unfortunately….Mark had been in a sexual and mental funk for…….weeks.

Why?

Because he was 28 years old.

 He was a filthy rich twenty eight year old king of the world.

He had done it all. Literally.

 He had fought a bull. Traveled the jungles. Saw the reefs. Killed a bear. Jumped off a mountain. Flew a fighter jet.

Sucked, smacked and rubbed down every delicious piece of ass that had ever crossed his path (Oh yeah he was that good) But now…..what more was there to this life?

Money opened so many door. But money closed a lot more of them in his face.

Mark being a rich child of rich parents had been home school. He had never been out in open. He had always swam in certain circles. Wined and dined certain woman. Women like Beverly.

He had no friends that did not come with a price tag attached to them. He had no possessions that he had strived to achieve without the help of his family’s influence and money to aide him.

This is not to say that Mark was a useless worm suckling at the teat of his family’s milk.

No. He worked hard to be noticed and elevated above his wealth. To been seen as something more than a rich and influential man. He strived to be respected aside from his wealth.

But what did it matter when Mark looked around this empty club, busting with bodies on his 28th birthday, and all he saw were fake glittering Barbie’s with no substance and half the value in their souls then the penny’s in his left pocket?

Something in him was screaming for something….something real….

And yet Mark didn’t know where to go to find something more real than Beverly and the aimless sex and the endless money and the useless push to acquire the respect of people who didn’t understand respect because money was their only true god and whore.

“Ummmm daddy that was good...” Beverly suddenly called once more pulling Marks thoughts out of a funks as she finally opened her legs and releasing his hands from the moist opening of her pulsing vagina.

Suddenly Beverly sun on the seat and dropped down on top of Marks almost flaccid member. With a practiced and sensual undulation of her body Beverly started rubbing her hot and uncovered vagina against his cock and zipper. “Come on Baby….” Beverly mewled softly, nibbling and biting on his ear even though he hated when she did that. “I’ll take you all the way. Can you think of anything better than having me for your birthday?” she asked him.

Mark didn’t respond.

The simple stimulation of her hips and the promise of a few seconds free of his own inner apathy, almost made Mark slip himself out of his zipper and plunge into the warm milky walls waiting to take him in.

Suddenly out of nowhere a lough ranchous laughter split the foamy heat of sex around his mind and Mark looked up to see a tall pale skinned mousy man with thick brown locks and glassed dancing towards then.

The man had a mall platter in one of his hands, where five long white rows of powered had been cut and stacked for easy snorting. With a practiced coo of appreciation Beverly slid off of Marks laps wordlessly and gave all of her attention to the arrival.

“Hey birth boy! I see you’re enjoying your birthday present this year!” The man loudly shouted across the music as he closed the distance and plopped down on a couch perpendicular to the one that Mark and Beverly were sharing.

 

Internally sighing as his one chance to escape his owninner turmoil slipped away. Makr gave in. Plastering on a swave and cool smile Mark played his part.

“Hello Donny.” Mark jubilee greeted his best friend. “Are you enjoying the birthday bash Anna has prepared for me?” he asked on a grand sweep of his arm as if the throngs of useless nameless bodies somehow got his dick hard.

“It’s Steller as you birthdays always are Heavens Rock CEO. But…How you doing Mark? You having fun? You’re looking a little down in the dumps.” Donny quipped with his normal brisk manner of speech that belied his weak physical appearance.

“I’m fine Donny just a little just tired from work.” Mark supplied frostily.

Donny nodded a quick jerk, then turned his attention to the woman he had come to see. “Humph. Well…as always its good to see you lovely Beverly…” Donny thrust his chin down in a small bow to her.

Beverly chittered and flapped her eyes lashes in a huge show of being flattered.

“Oh How you been you sweet man you?” Beverly cooed in open suggestive cleavage shaking.

Donny, the poor man, tried his hardest not to salivate, before he managed to shake himself and glance at Mark . “I’m good Beverly…” He sheepishly replied, then he cleared his throat. “Um…Hey Mark I think you do deserve unwind this year. Come on if you try this out you might just find a smile to share with everyone. “

The man articulated well over the music, as he leaned forwards and placed the platter with the blow neatly lined up atop it, on the small dais between the seats. Three blue straws rolled out next.

“You know what Donny your right. I should try some, but first I’ve got to go to the bathroom. You guys start without me. Okay?” Mark softly proposed then he thrust up to his full 5’11 and looked down on his friend.

“Do you…um want me to come?” Donny asked making no move to stand.

Mark full on sneered in disgust, unable to hide his contempt for the man in their final minutes together in this life. “Come Donny….” Mark nearly purred with malice. “We both know where you wanna be right now.”

A small filcher of unease touched Donny’s eyes as he looked up, and he seemed ready to object but the explosive and loud snorting of Beverly as she sniffed down two lines of cocaine stole the moment from Donny.

With a small sick feeling in his stomach Mark walked away. If Mark had even a shred of respect or feeling for Beverly he might have killed Donny.

But he didn’t. He didn’t care for Beverly or Donny….or anyone in his life really.

Mark knew that Donny was fucking Beverly like a rabbit on red bull every chance he could get.

Donny and Beverly were unaware that Make knew these things….and he didn’t really care to enlighten them….but Mark found it odd that the man who claimed to be his best friend would sleep with his girl…even if she was a porn star.

Mark also found it odd that Donny kept trying to offer him drugs, even though Mark had made it perfectly clear that he didn’t do drugs multiple times.

 Mark had no need for narcotics. Drugs were some of the only things he had no desire to experience or understand.

Drugs were simply a weak man’s escape from reality….and Mark had no need to escape from his life. His life was perfect.

He could have anything he wanted. The world was his.

That’s right. The world was Mark Hoppers playground.

From the Sharks in the sea….to the women on the land. IT was all his.

 

And….so was the 45. Beretta in Marks back pocket. The 45. Beretta that had one bullet in the chamber.

The world was Mark Hoppers juicy fucking Clam!

And yet today on his 28th birthday….

Mark Hopper, Heir, and CEO to the Heavens Rock dynasty, was going to commit suicide in the back of a club.

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(Mark Hopper/ King of the World/Jaded Billionaire)

 

 

 

 

 

 


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