"You gave me your word!' She pulled her arm over her barely covered chest.
She thought I was in here to force her to do something sexual.
She was beautiful, from what I saw at the club her body was on point and she seemed like she'd be one hell of a lay but that was not why I was in here. I wanted to hear what she was singing.
"I am not going to do anything to you, I just wanted to know what you were singing, I'll even turn around if that makes things better for you.
"No way, I don't sing for people."
I glared at her, before today she didn't really have a choice what she would do for anyone now she is telling me that she didn't want to sing? Maybe I was being a little too soft on her. Last I heard she was mine to do with as I pleased.
She must have realized that she was making a mistake because she tried to back track. "If you really want me to sing I will but I'm nervous and cold and way to vulnerable, it will not come out right. I don't want you to get mad."
"I won't be mad; would you like me to turn?"
She nodded.
I turned around and waited . . . and waited.
A high perfectly pitched voice echoed through the bathroom, the operatic sound grabbed hold of my heart and squeezed. It was perfect, peaceful and pure.
". . . When you wake you shall have, all the pretty little horses, black and bays, dapples and grays, all the pretty little horses . . ." I let the sound lull my soul, it took me a second to come back to reality once I realized that she had stopped singing.
I shook my head and opened the door to leave, not turning around to look at her again. "I'll leave a robe for you on the doorknob."
I rushed out, ashamed to say that I was near tears. I watched a man have his entrails pulled out of his body, watched people trampled to death by bulls but I was brought to tears by the angelic music that came from her mouth. I guess it made sense, I lived in a world full of death and chaos, that something as sweet as that should break me down.
I went to my room and pulled out a robe, it was bigger than her but at least it had a sash that she could tie. I left it on the doorknob and made my way back to my room. I laid down on my oversized bed and felt uneasy, I wasn’t used to having anyone in my space. This was going to be novel if anything.
* * *
I waited what seemed like forever as she dried herself and made her way out of the bathroom with my blue robe wrapped around her body. Her hair was still damp although it did look like she tried to dry it some. She walked over toward me, fresh faced and smelling great.
“What now?”
I was stunned and almost instantly on guard, all the makeup that she had on before had made her look so much older than she was, I was concerned that I was housing an underaged minor. That was the last thing that I wanted right now.
“How fucking old are you? Don’t lie to me either.”
“What does that have to do with anything?” Her mouth was getting more and more disrespectful. I grabbed her hard by the nape of her neck, making sure to tug slightly on the small hairs there.
“Enough with all of this back chat. When I ask you a question, I expect an answer. Not later or after a round of attitude, I want it right fucking now.” I released my grip on her neck but didn’t back out of her space. “Now this is the final time that I will ask, how old are you?”
“I am twenty-four years old.” She said matter-of-factly.
“Really?” I let my eyes roam over her body and her face, she didn’t look a day over eighteen.
‘Yes, you can ask Felix if you want, he has my birth certificate, social security card and my passport.”
“What? Why? Why didn’t you take those things with you when you left?”
She shook her head and looked away from me, “I belong to him. It’s what we signed up for.”
I would never say that I condoned what Felix was doing with these women but I understood. Those in our lifestyle had to show force, either you were killed or you were used as a commodity, there was no low that some of us weren’t willing to stoop to. Felix might have been a small fish but even he had to show his dominance.
“Serves you right, you must pay what you owe.”
I watched as the anger flared in her eyes, “So now you want to fuck? You want to tie me up or something? What kink are we playing tonight?”
I laughed and stepped as far into her space as I could without touching her. She thought she was in control of me. That through her insolence and her attitude I would just fuck her to get it over with. She was not in control; I had no intentions of taking her but it was funny to me that she thought she had any say on what I did and when I did it.
“Sabina, I am not going to touch you.” I watched the confusion bloom in her eyes and the wind fall from her sails, “I am not going to touch you until you are on your knees begging and pleading for me to touch you.”
She looked down at the floor, ready to drop, she was going to do it just because she knew that is what I wanted. “Don’t you even think about it, it will be genuine when you beg, you will want to feel me deep inside you more than you want to live. If it was a choice between me fucking you and your next breath you will choose me.” I whispered dangerously close to her ear loving the way her breath hitched every time I said something that surprised her.
I pulled back to look at her flushed face, “You understand?”
“It’ll never happen.” She answered full of attitude.
“Oh baby, I’d wager that it will happen sooner than you think.”
Chapter Six
Kaja
Sabina was frustrating as fuck.
I had no real use for her here but I knew that I couldn’t just let her leave. If she ran than I would owe Felix however much money she still had left on her debt. I wanted to thank her for her help but I didn’t care to thank her that much. I let her sulk around the house, but day after day I was regretting my choice. I didn’t want her to fear me but there was only so much that I could take.
I paced back and forth in my office trying to get my attention back on the phone call that I was on. Sven had called me earlier in the day to take his place at Michael Scalese’s charity event. Unfortunately, I wasn’t there to mingle, there was business to attend to.
“Da. I understand Sven. I’ll make sure that I show face. If he is dealing under the table, I will handle him.”
Sven was one of a few Capos in the Juric family, he had a direct line to Marko Juric’s ear and he trusted me. I knew he did. In fact, he trusted me so much that he was going to send me to attend a black-tie event. Michael Scalese was an associate of the family and he was also a dirty politician; he had given Marko some bad information. I was being sent there to find out if it was intentional. Everything always came down to respect, if the respect wasn’t there, then he had to die.
I walked over toward the massive bathroom on the other side of the hallway, I stripped out of my clothing leaving a trail of my belongings behind me as I made my way into the bathroom. I had an ensuite bathroom in the master bedroom but this bathroom had a one-way mirror that faced the outside. The wall was completely see through but no one could see inside. It was a great view of the desert and mountains that were littered all around Las Vegas. It always surprised me that you could have a town filled with so many people and traffic but just a few miles in any direction and you were completely secluded. It was a peaceful place. I turned the six head shower on and let the bathroom fill with steam, as I waited I thought on what I would do with Sabina. She had to be reined in. She was young and beautiful but she was too proud. I was surprised that she made it this long with Felix. It was truly a miracle that she didn’t end up dead somewhere.
She didn’t ask for anything while she had been here, in fact if I didn’t force her to change, she would have worn the same robe for the entire time that she was here. The only thing that she requested was a deck of cards. She played solitaire, poker, phase 10, all by herself. I tried to join in but it seemed like every time I
took a step in her direction she would be on guard.
The room filled with steam, I opened up the bathroom door a bit just to let some of it out before I walked over and enclosed myself in the glass shower.
I let the strong pressure of the water wash away the worries I had about what to do with Sabina. I let it clear my mind.
I poured a quarter amount of shampoo in my palm and washed my hair. I rinsed the rich lather out letting my head fall back as I did. Once I was sure that all the shampoo was out I let my head fall forward again. My eyes zoned in on a shape that should not have been there.
Sabina was in the hallway staring in my direction, I knew she couldn’t see me, at least not clearly. The outside of the glass enclosure was highly frosted but just like the wall behind me I could see clear as day outwards.
She was staring at the outline of my body; her breath was coming quickly and she was biting her lip. The woman wanted me. I may not have been the smartest man in the world but I loved to say I was a genius when it came to reading a woman’s body.
I continued to wash myself slowly and watched as her eyes trailed brazenly over my silhouette. That was enough playing for me. If she wanted to watch, I would let her. I had nothing to be ashamed of.
I slid the door open quickly causing her to jump and curse out loud.
“Don’t move.” I command from my place in the shower.
‘I wasn’t doing anything, I was just, I was just . . .” She looked around everywhere but at me.
“Shut the fuck up.” I growled in her direction as I let the soap trail lazily off my skin. I used my washcloth to make sure that I took extra care to wash each and every crevice. I worked out hard and it showed.
“I should . . .” She tried to speak again but when I let the cloth drop to the floor and my hand dropped to grab my fully erect cock, she sucked in a breath speechless.
‘You know I don’t mind an audience; I never have.” I gripped my member and slowly began to pump back and forth, lazily, in no rush to reach the end. “If you wanted a show all you had to do was ask.”
“Fuck you!” She huffed at me, her voice no more than a breathy pant but I could still see the anger in her eyes. “I am tired of playing with you, either use me for what I am here for or send me back to Felix!” She stomped her foot, the only way to exert any form of control.
“Ah, you see, that is not the game I want to play, the bet made was that you would beg me to fuck you. That you would be on your knees willing to do anything for my cock. That was the bet. I don’t intend on loosing.” I caressed my manhood a bit harder. I could feel my release already starting to build up.
“I would rather burn in hell than to beg you.”
“Hell you say, I am made of hell. All you have to do is beg and we can burn in that flame together.” I steadied myself as I could feel the first signs of my explosion start. “It could be so fucking perfect Sabina, so perfect.” My head fell backwards slightly as all the water from my still running shower pelted my climaxing body. “Mmmm, Sabina, this should have been yours.” The thick white semen pulsed out of the slit on the top of my cock. I pumped slowly, letting the orgasm finish. I was complete but far from satisfied.
Sabina didn’t say another word, but I could see her pressing her thighs together, her cheeks were flushed from the adrenaline and her hands were rubbing up and down her legs. She was beyond turned on but she would not give in. Not today.
I turned in the shower and washed my body swiftly one last time, making sure that I wasn’t left with any of the mess of my impromptu jerk off session when I walked out of the shower.
I grabbed one of the large towels off the rack and walked toward her. She didn’t move, if I didn’t know any better, I would have thought that she was in shock. She was waiting for me to fold.
Never going to happen.
“Starting today, there is a new dynamic in play. You will stop fighting me. You will enjoy yourself. I am not here to hurt you but I refuse to have any more fucking disrespect. Tonight, you will accompany me to a formal event. The guests must believe that we are together, that is the only show I want to see from you tonight.”
Her mouth gaped open several times as her brain tried to keep up with what I was trying to get her to do.
“Wait a minute, you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend? That is not part of the plan.” She shook her head finally getting her wits about her.
“That is part of the new plan, get with it or get your shit and go back to Felix. I’ll be sure to let him know that you were not amenable to my needs.” I raised an eyebrow at her.
“Fine.” She answered quickly, too quickly. She showed her hand. Now I knew she was on a mission to keep me happy, if she went back to Felix and I was displeased I was sure there was going to be hell to pay.
“Fine.” I walked by her and tried to make my way to my room.
“What am I supposed to wear?”
“I will have something brought to you.” I said turning back to her for a second.
“You don’t even know my size, or what will look good on me.” She spoke again, this time with her hands on her hips.
“I bet you I do.” I smirked in her direction.
“Fat chance, what’s the wager?” She asked raising her chin up, waiting to see if I would pick up the gauntlet.
“Oh, are we betting? Fine. I bet that I can have a dress that is your size as well as within your honest taste, if I do, I get one song at the end of the night. One full song.”
She squinted her eyes in my direction, “A song? Like you want me to sing?”
“Yes, that is what I want.”
She looked away then back toward me, “Fine, and if I win, I won’t have to go with you.”
“Deal.” I nodded my head once and made my way up to my room to put in a call to Tyler, one of the best personal shoppers I had ever worked with. If there was anyone in the state that would be able to find something that I was sure even someone as rough as Sabina would love, it was Tyler.
Chapter Seven
Sabina
I rushed into the room that Kaja had designated for me and let all the air that I had been holding burst out. It felt like I had just run a marathon.
Kaja was getting all the way under my skin. I tried to keep him at an arm’s length but nothing about him was like anything that I had ever been witness to before. From the first day that I came to pay off my debt with Felix, I was made to know where I stood. I was trash. I was a slut and worth nothing to anyone who came across me. They used me physically and abused me mentally. I knew that I had to endure for my brother and after going through a year already I thought that I was doing a pretty good job. I managed to compartmentalize the abuse, push it away like it wasn’t happening to me but I was tired of waiting for it to happen with Kaja.
I couldn’t say that the man was caring because that was not the case, he was clinical and analytical but not caring. Everyday that I was here I woke up thinking today was the day that he would flip out and beat me, or today was the day that he would push me down and have his way with me. It never happened. I was tired of playing this game. Tired of being so close to trusting someone. I knew better than to trust anyone.
I thought that I had everything in perspective until that show in the bathroom, Kaja is by far the most attractive person I have ever been given too. Mostly all of Felix’s clients were old gentleman with either a beer gut or horrendous body odor. Not what dreams are made off. Kaja was the complete opposite. He was fit, meticulous with his clothing and appearance, and he always smelled so good. He was sexy. There was no other way to put it.
I wasn’t expecting him to tease me like that in the bathroom but I would be lying if it didn’t take all the willpower that I had not to rush to him and see just how deep he could get inside of me. It had been a long time since I wanted to have sex with anyone, being pawned off really kills the libido, but I wanted Kaja. I wanted to feel every glorious inch of him.
I fell down onto the bed in t
he room and tried to catch my breath. I couldn’t let his pretty face and chiseled abs trick me. I was just a payment for him nothing more. Besides, he was about to lose a bet, and I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when I walked out in the atrocity that he thought to buy for me.
* * *
After the little shower fiasco, I got no further instructions from him besides to wash up and flat iron my hair straight. When I came out of the shower there was a brand-new top of the line flat iron on my door. Instead of the forty-five minutes to an hour it usually took me to flat iron my hair, this time it only took me twenty minutes. My long thick brunette hair came out frizz free and shining. I loved the feel of it.
Ten minutes after I had combed my hair a hundred times on each side, there was a knock on the door. When I opened it no one was there, but there was a long dress bag hanging from the door along with a small makeup palette, with a tube of lipstick and mascara.
I laughed silently to myself. I was giddy just to see how bad he had done.
I laid the long bag on the bed and quickly undid the zipper and the smile I had on my face dropped away. Inside was a dark blue gown, with an intricate one shoulder design, the strap a beautiful combination of the dark blue and rich silver. I pulled it all the way out of the bag to find that the beautiful silver and dark blue transitioned into a modest train. I stood back and admired it. I gulped hard. I had lost one half of the bet already. This was the most gorgeous item of clothing that I had ever seen. I hurried and reached up for the tag. It said it was a UK size 34, I chuckled in relief. That would mean that it was a US 4, I had never worn a size four in my adult life. The smallest I had ever been was a 6/7. It looked like I was going to win this bet. I didn’t want him to think that I wasn’t holding up my end of the bet so I did my best on the makeup which was a bit fool proof as everything was perfectly coordinated and there was only a few options to choose from. I will say that once I was finished with the makeup and putting on the undergarments that he got for me, miraculously in the correct size, I felt like a princess. I had never felt like a princess. It was a great feeling.
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